Camels are, understandably, a big deal in this desert-defined region. They provide transportation, food, and entertainment in the form of racing. The QNHG (Qatar Natural History Group), which I have mentioned before, had a ramble to the camel race track near Sheehaniya in mid-December. There we were able to watch the Sudanese trainers as they exercised and trained the camels on the track.
Things I learned:
1. The young Sudanese boys who used to be used as jockeys have been replaced by mechanical boxes that are attached to the saddle. This was done in response to protests by human rights groups several years back, who objected to the way in which the young jockeys were obtained and retained.
2. Those young Sudanese boys have become the trainers.
3. The races start with pairs of camels: a mother, ridden by her trainer, and a young camel with the mechanical jockey. After a bit, the mother leaves the track and the races are completed by the young camels.
4. There are two concentric race tracks - the camels race on the inner track and the camel owners and spectators drive/race alongside on the outer track. The owners are controlling the mechanical jockey. The spectators are just having a good time.
5. Gambling is illegal in Qatar, so various interested individuals put up large purses as prize winnings - usually 4x4 SUV's or pick-up trucks.
This information explained why the parking lot of the race track looked like a car dealership with lots of unlicensed vehicles sitting about; why there were two tracks; and why it didn't matter if you couldn't see the far side of the track from the very small grandstand since most spectators would be in their cars racing with the camels.
It seems to be rather difficult to find out when the camels are racing, since the races aren't widely publicized, but I'm hoping to be able to attend at least one race before I leave in May - as long as someone else is driving!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Holidays in Qatar and Anna & Scott's Excellent Adventure in Doha
Sorry I haven't blogged lately. I had to wrap up the semester and then concentrate on Christmas, so I'll start this posting by going back a month to Thanksgiving to fill in some blanks.
I had Thanksgiving dinner with quite a few other VCUQ people and their families in Sandy & Ty Wilkins' back yard feasting on lots of traditional Thanksgiving dishes and other treats (note: Sandy is the chair of fashion design and Ty is the facility manager of the VCUQ building). It was dark by dinner time, so I'm not sure exactly what I did eat, but it was all yummy.
Because I am used to being super involved with Thanksgiving cooking, I volunteered to help River, my neighbor and VCUQ's registrar, bake 8 pies - mostly pumpkin, but also a couple of sweet potato and apple. Finding a rolling pin was a bit challenging, but the Carrefour (a French Wal-Mart near my villa) had them. Special guests for the evening were ten US Air Force service personnel. Interestingly, some were civilian contractors rather than service men. The US military in Qatar are very low profile around here. They don't wear uniforms off base and travel in small groups. One had graduated from Westinghouse High School in Pittsburgh and was (no surprise) a Steelers' fan. Another was from Baltimore and also a Steelers' fan, who didn't change his allegiance to the Ravens when Modell brought his team to town. Overall, it was a fun evening, but not at all like the traditional Thanksgiving dinners that Anna and I have cooked and hosted over the years.
And now to Christmas...this was a really special time that I had been looking forward to for a long time since Anna and Scott were coming. Because I was so excited by the prospect of their arrival, I started preparations right after Thanksgiving. For a tree, I found a 6 foot tall Norfolk pine at the Plant Souk. Brian, VCUQ faculty and a fellow Pittsburgher, helped me get it home in his rag-top Land Rover. For ornaments, I bought some small glass balls at a holiday bazaar hosted by the College of the North Atlantic, a Canadian technical institute in Doha. The bazaar also provided me with wrapping paper and a small stocking for myself; Anna and Scott brought theirs with them. I found later that most of the stores also had sections devoted to Christmas ornaments and miscellany. Another friend, Kathleen Ferguson Huntington, who teaches foundation courses at VCUQ, gave me an entire packing box full of pine cones that her father, a retired jewelry designer, had sprayed gold, which I managed to hang from the rather sparce branches of the Norfolk pine. Overall, it kind of looked like a classy Charlie Brown tree. I also had purchased a small olive wood creche in Jordan at Eid break and later bought a couple of small camel ornaments and some great red, green, blue, and yellow plaid at the Fabric Souk for a tablecloth.
Anna and Scott arrived as scheduled on Christmas Eve via Paris and Frankfort, after a very frustrating 4 days of travel. They slept late on Christmas morning, then we opened presents and had a special breakfast - Anna made wonderful chocolate chip griddle cakes. About mid-afternoon, while the turkey was cooking, we went to the tailor I'd found who'd agreed to make a custom suit for Scott in the five days they were here. Scott, as you may or may not know is about 6'-6" and sometimes has a difficult time finding clothes that fit well. And this suit needed to be special because it's for their wedding in August.
Most of the expats I've met in Doha returned to family homes (USA, Canada, China, England, Scotland, Korea, Pakistan, Lebanon, India) or took extended trips over the holidays, but several remained here and joined Anna, Scott, and me for dinner - there were 7 for the main course and another 5 came later for dessert. Because I didn't cook a Thanksgiving dinner this year, I did a Thanksgiving menu for Christmas dinner. About the only things missing were the turkey shaped croutons in the soup (no soup this year and no turkey shaped cookie cutter) and celery in the stuffing - none to be found anywhere. I was able to acquire a 16+ lb Butterball, chicken bullion cubes without MSG (Anna's had trouble with MSG for years), Ocean Spray fresh cranberries for relish, and Libby's pumpkin for the pies, although I had to make my own pie crust from scratch for the first time in years, and evaporated milk wasn't to be found so I also made that, which was a challenge. Fortunately, River left the key to her villa, so I was able to borrow chairs and dishes (we all pretty much have identical everything), as well as spices.
The parts of Christmas I missed the most were the special church services, music, and dinner at Sixth Presbyterian. Things I didn't miss were winter weather, the rush to write and send Christmas cards, and buying and mailing presents - my sisters and I agreed not to exchange presents this year and Anna took some presents for my great nieces and great nephew back with her for mailing. Anna, Scott, and I agreed to minimize presents too because it cost them so much just to get here, although Anna gave me a wonderful pair of down slippers and Scott gave me a box of the best dark chocolate on earth. And my friend, Brenda, in Atlanta always sends presents, regardless of how far away I am - this year a wonderful Andy Warhol tote bag, a perfect present for a girl from Pittburgh. I'll get something in the mail to her soon!
The day after Christmas, Scott was feeling really sick as the cold he'd been fighting started winning, so he slept for a bit while Anna and I went for a power walk along the Corniche. By mid-day, Anna and I were also fighting colds and taking zinc as a preventative - among the three of us, we consumed enormous quantities of Kleenex during their visit. Scott revived later for a visit to the Souk Waqif in the afternoon, then we went to dinner at Villaggio, Doha's newest mall, modeled on Venice complete with a canal and gondola. We finished off the day with a quick trip to see Pearlman and made a few purchases.
Wednesday was our Desert Safari trip. Adel, our driver from Arabian Adventures, picked us up at 9:00 AM and drove us south toward the Inland Sea. Along the way we did some dune bashing. Google this for more detail, but it's basically like snow skiing but with a Land Cruiser and sand dunes - really fun and dangerous unless you have a very experienced driver. Then Adel made a detour to a Bedouin camp, where we were invited to tea and Anna and Scott got to take short camel rides. It was pretty interesting to sit inside a Bedouin tent - and the two hooded falcons in the corner were an extra treat. After that, we went to Arabian Adventures campsite for a late lunch (grilled chicken and lamb with typical side dishes - humous, tabouli, olive salad, etc - and flat bread) right next to the Inland Sea with Saudi Arabia on the opposite shore. After lunch, Scott tried some sand surfing with a snow board and we all basked in the warm sun for a bit. Overall, it was a fun, relaxing day, although Adel had a cold that was as bad as Scott's so all four of us were sniffling and blowing the entire trip.
That evening, after Scott had a fitting for his suit, we went to see Riyaz, (affectionately known as Rugman by people at VCUQ), so Anna and Scott could pick out their Christmas present from me. Riyaz is simply terrific. He doesn't just sell rugs. He educates all of his customers about his rugs. Most are 100% wool tribal rugs from Afganistan; the exceptions are the silk rugs from Kashmir that are woven by his father. By the end of the evening, Anna and Scott narrowed their selection down to the two they liked the best and took both to see them in the morning light and make their final decision. We dined that evening at Neo - really good sushi.
Thursday, we slept a bit late determined to beat our colds, then rallied to do the full 10K circuit along the Corniche again. After lunch at the Diet Shop, we returned to Riyaz's so he could pack up the rug they'd chosen (a beautiful gold and red-orange Kazak). Then we stopped at the reportedly best shawarma place in Doha for a treat, got Scott's new suit - also really beautiful, Anna made a final decision on new sunglasses, and we went to the Landmark Mall to see the Marks & Spencer, a disappointment compared to their London store. We finished the day at the Souk Waqif for some more shopping and dinner at an Indian restaurant.
Friday, yesterday, was their last day in Doha. Scott kindly agreed to some mother-daughter shopping time, so Anna and I headed to City Center Mall, which is huge. After a few purchases and a quick stop at Salam to see their expensive designer collections, we returned to the villa, picked up Scott, and went to the pool for some sun - it was the warmest day we had during their whole visit - and exercise. While Anna and Scott packed, I went to the Turkish Star for "take away" mixed grill, fettoush, and a mazza platter. Their flight left about midnight, so I dropped them at the airport about 10:00 - sob.
Anna and I have already IM'd today - they've arrived safely in Paris where they will spend New Year's Eve. I'm not sure yet if I'll do much for New Year's Eve or not, but I do have two bottles of champagne. Maybe someone will be interested in ringing in the New Year with me - I'll call a few friends tomorrow and see! Happy New Year to you all!
I had Thanksgiving dinner with quite a few other VCUQ people and their families in Sandy & Ty Wilkins' back yard feasting on lots of traditional Thanksgiving dishes and other treats (note: Sandy is the chair of fashion design and Ty is the facility manager of the VCUQ building). It was dark by dinner time, so I'm not sure exactly what I did eat, but it was all yummy.
Because I am used to being super involved with Thanksgiving cooking, I volunteered to help River, my neighbor and VCUQ's registrar, bake 8 pies - mostly pumpkin, but also a couple of sweet potato and apple. Finding a rolling pin was a bit challenging, but the Carrefour (a French Wal-Mart near my villa) had them. Special guests for the evening were ten US Air Force service personnel. Interestingly, some were civilian contractors rather than service men. The US military in Qatar are very low profile around here. They don't wear uniforms off base and travel in small groups. One had graduated from Westinghouse High School in Pittsburgh and was (no surprise) a Steelers' fan. Another was from Baltimore and also a Steelers' fan, who didn't change his allegiance to the Ravens when Modell brought his team to town. Overall, it was a fun evening, but not at all like the traditional Thanksgiving dinners that Anna and I have cooked and hosted over the years.
And now to Christmas...this was a really special time that I had been looking forward to for a long time since Anna and Scott were coming. Because I was so excited by the prospect of their arrival, I started preparations right after Thanksgiving. For a tree, I found a 6 foot tall Norfolk pine at the Plant Souk. Brian, VCUQ faculty and a fellow Pittsburgher, helped me get it home in his rag-top Land Rover. For ornaments, I bought some small glass balls at a holiday bazaar hosted by the College of the North Atlantic, a Canadian technical institute in Doha. The bazaar also provided me with wrapping paper and a small stocking for myself; Anna and Scott brought theirs with them. I found later that most of the stores also had sections devoted to Christmas ornaments and miscellany. Another friend, Kathleen Ferguson Huntington, who teaches foundation courses at VCUQ, gave me an entire packing box full of pine cones that her father, a retired jewelry designer, had sprayed gold, which I managed to hang from the rather sparce branches of the Norfolk pine. Overall, it kind of looked like a classy Charlie Brown tree. I also had purchased a small olive wood creche in Jordan at Eid break and later bought a couple of small camel ornaments and some great red, green, blue, and yellow plaid at the Fabric Souk for a tablecloth.
Anna and Scott arrived as scheduled on Christmas Eve via Paris and Frankfort, after a very frustrating 4 days of travel. They slept late on Christmas morning, then we opened presents and had a special breakfast - Anna made wonderful chocolate chip griddle cakes. About mid-afternoon, while the turkey was cooking, we went to the tailor I'd found who'd agreed to make a custom suit for Scott in the five days they were here. Scott, as you may or may not know is about 6'-6" and sometimes has a difficult time finding clothes that fit well. And this suit needed to be special because it's for their wedding in August.
Most of the expats I've met in Doha returned to family homes (USA, Canada, China, England, Scotland, Korea, Pakistan, Lebanon, India) or took extended trips over the holidays, but several remained here and joined Anna, Scott, and me for dinner - there were 7 for the main course and another 5 came later for dessert. Because I didn't cook a Thanksgiving dinner this year, I did a Thanksgiving menu for Christmas dinner. About the only things missing were the turkey shaped croutons in the soup (no soup this year and no turkey shaped cookie cutter) and celery in the stuffing - none to be found anywhere. I was able to acquire a 16+ lb Butterball, chicken bullion cubes without MSG (Anna's had trouble with MSG for years), Ocean Spray fresh cranberries for relish, and Libby's pumpkin for the pies, although I had to make my own pie crust from scratch for the first time in years, and evaporated milk wasn't to be found so I also made that, which was a challenge. Fortunately, River left the key to her villa, so I was able to borrow chairs and dishes (we all pretty much have identical everything), as well as spices.
The parts of Christmas I missed the most were the special church services, music, and dinner at Sixth Presbyterian. Things I didn't miss were winter weather, the rush to write and send Christmas cards, and buying and mailing presents - my sisters and I agreed not to exchange presents this year and Anna took some presents for my great nieces and great nephew back with her for mailing. Anna, Scott, and I agreed to minimize presents too because it cost them so much just to get here, although Anna gave me a wonderful pair of down slippers and Scott gave me a box of the best dark chocolate on earth. And my friend, Brenda, in Atlanta always sends presents, regardless of how far away I am - this year a wonderful Andy Warhol tote bag, a perfect present for a girl from Pittburgh. I'll get something in the mail to her soon!
The day after Christmas, Scott was feeling really sick as the cold he'd been fighting started winning, so he slept for a bit while Anna and I went for a power walk along the Corniche. By mid-day, Anna and I were also fighting colds and taking zinc as a preventative - among the three of us, we consumed enormous quantities of Kleenex during their visit. Scott revived later for a visit to the Souk Waqif in the afternoon, then we went to dinner at Villaggio, Doha's newest mall, modeled on Venice complete with a canal and gondola. We finished off the day with a quick trip to see Pearlman and made a few purchases.
Wednesday was our Desert Safari trip. Adel, our driver from Arabian Adventures, picked us up at 9:00 AM and drove us south toward the Inland Sea. Along the way we did some dune bashing. Google this for more detail, but it's basically like snow skiing but with a Land Cruiser and sand dunes - really fun and dangerous unless you have a very experienced driver. Then Adel made a detour to a Bedouin camp, where we were invited to tea and Anna and Scott got to take short camel rides. It was pretty interesting to sit inside a Bedouin tent - and the two hooded falcons in the corner were an extra treat. After that, we went to Arabian Adventures campsite for a late lunch (grilled chicken and lamb with typical side dishes - humous, tabouli, olive salad, etc - and flat bread) right next to the Inland Sea with Saudi Arabia on the opposite shore. After lunch, Scott tried some sand surfing with a snow board and we all basked in the warm sun for a bit. Overall, it was a fun, relaxing day, although Adel had a cold that was as bad as Scott's so all four of us were sniffling and blowing the entire trip.
That evening, after Scott had a fitting for his suit, we went to see Riyaz, (affectionately known as Rugman by people at VCUQ), so Anna and Scott could pick out their Christmas present from me. Riyaz is simply terrific. He doesn't just sell rugs. He educates all of his customers about his rugs. Most are 100% wool tribal rugs from Afganistan; the exceptions are the silk rugs from Kashmir that are woven by his father. By the end of the evening, Anna and Scott narrowed their selection down to the two they liked the best and took both to see them in the morning light and make their final decision. We dined that evening at Neo - really good sushi.
Thursday, we slept a bit late determined to beat our colds, then rallied to do the full 10K circuit along the Corniche again. After lunch at the Diet Shop, we returned to Riyaz's so he could pack up the rug they'd chosen (a beautiful gold and red-orange Kazak). Then we stopped at the reportedly best shawarma place in Doha for a treat, got Scott's new suit - also really beautiful, Anna made a final decision on new sunglasses, and we went to the Landmark Mall to see the Marks & Spencer, a disappointment compared to their London store. We finished the day at the Souk Waqif for some more shopping and dinner at an Indian restaurant.
Friday, yesterday, was their last day in Doha. Scott kindly agreed to some mother-daughter shopping time, so Anna and I headed to City Center Mall, which is huge. After a few purchases and a quick stop at Salam to see their expensive designer collections, we returned to the villa, picked up Scott, and went to the pool for some sun - it was the warmest day we had during their whole visit - and exercise. While Anna and Scott packed, I went to the Turkish Star for "take away" mixed grill, fettoush, and a mazza platter. Their flight left about midnight, so I dropped them at the airport about 10:00 - sob.
Anna and I have already IM'd today - they've arrived safely in Paris where they will spend New Year's Eve. I'm not sure yet if I'll do much for New Year's Eve or not, but I do have two bottles of champagne. Maybe someone will be interested in ringing in the New Year with me - I'll call a few friends tomorrow and see! Happy New Year to you all!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Qatar Desert Forts
Several weekends back (Friday, 26 October to be exact), several friends and I joined the Qatar Natural History Group for a tour of Qatar's desert forts that are north and west of Doha along the coast line. We started with Qalat (Fort) Zubara, then drove to three others - most were in ruins - and ended the day at Al Jumail, where we could see ruins of an old town and a very picturesque mosque. A person who organized the tour provided a colorful, written narrative of each site and included details of a pirate who used to operate in the area. It was fun going off-road (4-wheel drive was required for the trip) and seeing what the area north of Doha looks like - vast stretches of flat desert. And I'm glad we were part of the QNHG caravan - we'd have never found those sites without being guided there.
Events with food, food, and more food
VCUQ seems to constantly be hosting an art opening or special event of some kind, which nearly always includes a wonderful spread of Middle Eastern food. The opening of another school term provided the first round of food-embellished events in late August. Then an art opening that featured stories collected by Graphic Design students of old, present, and future Qatar happened about the second week of school...the poster for it will eventually provide some artwork for my rather bare walls. Then there were several special events for Ramadan (including a carpeted "majlis" that was constructed inside of VCUQ's atrium space to provide a setting for a dinner) and another art opening (a terrific photography and video exhibition of work by artists who live and work in the gulf region).
The most recent event was the Hamid Bin Khalifa Symposium on Islamic Art, which brought together many well regarded authorities on Islamic art from all over the world and lasted for two and a half days...with multiple dinners and lunches all free for VCUQ faculty and staff. To wrap it up, our deans hosted a party at their villas for the Symposium visitors one night then invited faculty and staff the next evening (this was last Wednesday, 7 November) to a lovely dinner. The henna artists were a fun addition to that party...check out my first henna tatoo. The good news is that I've only put on about 2 lbs (1 kilo) - but plan to take that off this week with salads for lunch and exercise.
The most recent event was the Hamid Bin Khalifa Symposium on Islamic Art, which brought together many well regarded authorities on Islamic art from all over the world and lasted for two and a half days...with multiple dinners and lunches all free for VCUQ faculty and staff. To wrap it up, our deans hosted a party at their villas for the Symposium visitors one night then invited faculty and staff the next evening (this was last Wednesday, 7 November) to a lovely dinner. The henna artists were a fun addition to that party...check out my first henna tatoo. The good news is that I've only put on about 2 lbs (1 kilo) - but plan to take that off this week with salads for lunch and exercise.
Finding liquor in Qatar
When I first arrived in Qatar, Nancy, a librarian at VCU, gave me a bottle of wine - and that's when I remembered that alcohol is illegal here - rather, I should say, very tightly controlled! Because this is an Islamic state and because alcohol is not consumed by most Muslims, buying alcohol in Qatar can be a bit challenging, which is why Nancy gave me the perfect welcome gift and suggested that I pass along the good Karma to another someday.
To be obliging to visitors (i.e., not discourage the lucrative tourist industry), Qatar allows hotels to serve alcohol in their bars and restaurants, which are some of the more expensive places in Doha to eat. That option, however, doesn't fill the need for those of us who occasionally like to have a glass of wine or beer in our own homes. The alternative, established for resident expats like myself, is called The Syndicate, a state-run (I think) liquor store, at which expatriots are allowed to purchase a membership that in turn entitles them to purchase imported wines and beer at rather inflated, but still affordable, prices. It is against the law to sell liquor to a Qatari, so The Syndicate is very tightly controlled.
Because this sounds a little bit like the archaic liquor control system in Pennsylvania, I was probably less flummoxed by this system than most. Right after I arrived, several people, including Nancy, mentioned to me that Ramadan was starting soon and The Syndicate would be closed for that entire month. Nancy, besides giving me a house-warming bottle of wine, also offered to buy some wine for me when she went to The Syndicate to stock up for Ramadan. After several reminders, I took her up on the offer and got several bottles of wine. Then Kip, who teaches basic design at VCU and who also has a membership at The Syndicate, made the same offer. He got me several bottles and a case of Heineken.
The end of the tale is that, after three months, I am still working on the case of beer and have several bottles of wine that others brought to me when I hosted them at dinner parties. Guess I'm not in danger of being classified as an alcoholic anytime soon. And a gentle reminder to any who travel this way: do not buy alcohol on your way to Qatar in the duty-free shops - it will be confiscated by customs, just like pork.
To be obliging to visitors (i.e., not discourage the lucrative tourist industry), Qatar allows hotels to serve alcohol in their bars and restaurants, which are some of the more expensive places in Doha to eat. That option, however, doesn't fill the need for those of us who occasionally like to have a glass of wine or beer in our own homes. The alternative, established for resident expats like myself, is called The Syndicate, a state-run (I think) liquor store, at which expatriots are allowed to purchase a membership that in turn entitles them to purchase imported wines and beer at rather inflated, but still affordable, prices. It is against the law to sell liquor to a Qatari, so The Syndicate is very tightly controlled.
Because this sounds a little bit like the archaic liquor control system in Pennsylvania, I was probably less flummoxed by this system than most. Right after I arrived, several people, including Nancy, mentioned to me that Ramadan was starting soon and The Syndicate would be closed for that entire month. Nancy, besides giving me a house-warming bottle of wine, also offered to buy some wine for me when she went to The Syndicate to stock up for Ramadan. After several reminders, I took her up on the offer and got several bottles of wine. Then Kip, who teaches basic design at VCU and who also has a membership at The Syndicate, made the same offer. He got me several bottles and a case of Heineken.
The end of the tale is that, after three months, I am still working on the case of beer and have several bottles of wine that others brought to me when I hosted them at dinner parties. Guess I'm not in danger of being classified as an alcoholic anytime soon. And a gentle reminder to any who travel this way: do not buy alcohol on your way to Qatar in the duty-free shops - it will be confiscated by customs, just like pork.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Eid Trip to Jordan (12-19 Oct)
Eid is the holiday that marks the end of Ramadan. It seems to vary in length depending on the country and how long they want to close government offices. VCUQ gives students and faculty an entire week off, which they call fall break. Almost as soon as I arrived in Doha, people started asking me where I was going for Eid - it's a popular time to travel here!
So, not wanting to miss an opportunity to travel, I joined a tour group to Jordan that was organized with the help of a travel agent by the Qatar Natural History Group, which is made up of lots of British, Canadian, and American expatriots - "expats" for short. For a day-by-day account of my week in Jordan, illustrated with a few select photos that extend below this Eid posting into the Ramadan posting, read on....
Day 1: at 1:00 AM on Thursday, 12 October we congregated at the Doha airport for our Royal Jordanian flight to Amman, Jordan. Our group of 29 departed at 3:40 AM. Lots of flights from Doha seem to leave in the middle of the night for some reason or another. And did you know that Royal Jordanian serves meals on their flights - even those that only last about 3 hours? Anyway we arrived in Amman about 6:30 AM and were met by a bus and our tour guide, Osama. They took us to downtown Amman via STARBUCKS, which was a welcome sight given our sleep deprived state. We were all impressed immediately with the weather - at least 10 degrees (farenheit) cooler than Doha and less humid. Osama proved to be only an OK tour guide, who loved to laugh - for a long time - at his own jokes. The museum at the Citadel was closed - certainly not Osama's fault, so we walked around a bit and wasted time until we could check into our hotel. We viewed the ancient Roman theatre in the middle of the city, wandered through some shopping streets that were pretty quiet because it was Friday, the Muslim holy day, saw the main mosque, and exchanged money for Jordanian dinars. About noon we checked into our hotel, the Belle Vue, located at Circle 2 in an older part of Amman, then had a late lunch, after which most of us crashed.
Factoid: One of the names the early Romans gave Amman was Philadelphia - I don't think, however, that there was a Pittsburgh was on the other side of the country!
Day 2: Our new tour guide, Nasser, who stayed with us for the next 5 days and whom everyone really liked, met us the next morning at the hotel for excursions to Umm Qays and Jerash, Roman ruins in northern Jordan. The weather was spectacular and from Umm Qays we were able to see the Golan Heights - a very impressive view that emphasized what a special, peaceful country Jordan is in the middle of a very turbulent region. Nasser grew up in the city of Jerash and had wonderful detailed knowledge of the site that is in surprisingly good condition given its age, earth quakes, wars, etc. The bag piper at the theatre was especially memorable. That evening we returned to Amman. My friend, River, the registrar at VCUQ, and her son, Joachin, joined me for a Mexican dinner at the Intercontinental Hotel - they had PORK ribs on their menu, a delicacy for travelers from Qatar, where it's illegal to bring PORK into the country!
Day 3: We again arose early in the morning to travel to the Desert Umayyad Castles (Qasrs) to the east of Amman. It was during one of Narrer's talks about these 8th century castles and forts that he said: "They shared the blood, but sharing the land was harder," a quote that echoed in my mind as I walked through these beautiful examples of early Islamic art and architecture. Our first stop was Qasr Al-Kharana, an archtypal desert fortress. The second site was the bath of Qasr Amra, a UNESCO World Heritage Site with amazing frescoes and mosaics that are especially unique because of their very un-Islamic depictions of people and animals. After that we had lunch then proceeded to the black basalt fort at Azrak, a Roman fort that was later the headquarters of Lawrence of Arabia during the Arab Revolt in the early 20th cenury. For a change of pace we then went to the Azrak Wetlands, habitat for many birds and water buffalo. The wetlands are unfortunately disappearing as the demand for water grows in Jordan's cities.
Another factoid: Jordanian olive oil is considered some of the best in the world and is imported to both Spain and Italy, other major producers of olive oil. Apparently some people in the Middle East drink it, believing it will help them live longer.
Day 4: We checked out of our hotel and headed south to Mount Nebo, the place where Moses was buried. There we saw the Moses Memorial Church, which protects a number of mosaics from a much earlier church that was built on the same site, and we had an incredible view that stretched across the Jordan River Valley, past the Dead Sea to Jerusalem. From there we continued south to Madaba, which is known as the "city of mosaics." There we went to the contemporary Greek Orthodox church of St. George to see a mosaic 6th century Byzantine map of the Holy Land. Madaba is also the home of a mosaic school that operates under the Ministry of Tourism and trains artisans in the making, restoring, and repairing of mosaics. Unfortunately I didn't feel I could afford to purchase a mosaic from one of the shops we went to, but I now have a much better understanding of how they are made. That afternoon we continued south through the Wadi Mujib - Jordan's Grand Canyon - and stopped at Karak Castle. That evening we checked into the Taybet Zaman, a wonderful hotel decorated with Bedouin textiles, near Petra.
Day 5: Petra is wonderful. It is an amazing series of buildings, located at Wadi Musa, that were carved out of solid rose-red rock by the Nabataeans, an Arab civilization that lived there more than 2000 years ago. It was eventually claimed as a part of the Roman Empire, but was forgotten by the West by the beginning of the 14th Century and was only rediscovered in 1812 by a Swiss traveler who was looking for the ancient city of Petra. We rode horses as close as we could and then proceeded on foot to the Siq, the narrow slot in the rock that opens up to the magnificent Treasury Building. Local Bedouins operate the horse, donkey, and camel concessions - the camel ride I took with River and Joachin was outstanding.
Recommended reading: Married to a Bedouin (2006) by Marguerite van Geldermalsen is set in Petra, where she met and married Mohammed Abdallah, a Bedouin. They set up housekeeping in one of Petra's caves and had three children. Marguerite spoke at VCUQ in September. I unfortunately missed her lecture and book signing, but her son, Raamie, was at Petra selling autographed copies of the book, so I bought it there and thoroughly enjoyed reading her account of life in Petra.
Day 6: We sadly left Petra (a place I would happily return to if ever given the opportunity) the next morning and went to Wadi Rum for a bedouin tour of the desert in that area via pickup trucks outfitted for tourists. There we saw the Seven Pillars of Wisdom (a rock formation of 7 columns that I think provided the name for T.E. Lawrence's book), petroglyphs, and sand dunes. After that we headed back to Amman and the Belle Vue Hotel.
Day 7: We packed our bags for the flight home, but made a planned stop at the Dead Sea Spa for a swim and mud baths! That was fun - nearly everyone got into it - especially since Osama, who had rejoined us that morning, promised we'd loose years if we did!
Parting comments: the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan is wonderful. If you ever get a chance to go there, don't miss it. It definitely rivals Greece for wonderful ancient architecture and has a similar landscape, although the red sand is unique to Jordan. And by all means, go to Petra at least once in your life-time.
So, not wanting to miss an opportunity to travel, I joined a tour group to Jordan that was organized with the help of a travel agent by the Qatar Natural History Group, which is made up of lots of British, Canadian, and American expatriots - "expats" for short. For a day-by-day account of my week in Jordan, illustrated with a few select photos that extend below this Eid posting into the Ramadan posting, read on....
Day 1: at 1:00 AM on Thursday, 12 October we congregated at the Doha airport for our Royal Jordanian flight to Amman, Jordan. Our group of 29 departed at 3:40 AM. Lots of flights from Doha seem to leave in the middle of the night for some reason or another. And did you know that Royal Jordanian serves meals on their flights - even those that only last about 3 hours? Anyway we arrived in Amman about 6:30 AM and were met by a bus and our tour guide, Osama. They took us to downtown Amman via STARBUCKS, which was a welcome sight given our sleep deprived state. We were all impressed immediately with the weather - at least 10 degrees (farenheit) cooler than Doha and less humid. Osama proved to be only an OK tour guide, who loved to laugh - for a long time - at his own jokes. The museum at the Citadel was closed - certainly not Osama's fault, so we walked around a bit and wasted time until we could check into our hotel. We viewed the ancient Roman theatre in the middle of the city, wandered through some shopping streets that were pretty quiet because it was Friday, the Muslim holy day, saw the main mosque, and exchanged money for Jordanian dinars. About noon we checked into our hotel, the Belle Vue, located at Circle 2 in an older part of Amman, then had a late lunch, after which most of us crashed.
Factoid: One of the names the early Romans gave Amman was Philadelphia - I don't think, however, that there was a Pittsburgh was on the other side of the country!
Day 2: Our new tour guide, Nasser, who stayed with us for the next 5 days and whom everyone really liked, met us the next morning at the hotel for excursions to Umm Qays and Jerash, Roman ruins in northern Jordan. The weather was spectacular and from Umm Qays we were able to see the Golan Heights - a very impressive view that emphasized what a special, peaceful country Jordan is in the middle of a very turbulent region. Nasser grew up in the city of Jerash and had wonderful detailed knowledge of the site that is in surprisingly good condition given its age, earth quakes, wars, etc. The bag piper at the theatre was especially memorable. That evening we returned to Amman. My friend, River, the registrar at VCUQ, and her son, Joachin, joined me for a Mexican dinner at the Intercontinental Hotel - they had PORK ribs on their menu, a delicacy for travelers from Qatar, where it's illegal to bring PORK into the country!
Day 3: We again arose early in the morning to travel to the Desert Umayyad Castles (Qasrs) to the east of Amman. It was during one of Narrer's talks about these 8th century castles and forts that he said: "They shared the blood, but sharing the land was harder," a quote that echoed in my mind as I walked through these beautiful examples of early Islamic art and architecture. Our first stop was Qasr Al-Kharana, an archtypal desert fortress. The second site was the bath of Qasr Amra, a UNESCO World Heritage Site with amazing frescoes and mosaics that are especially unique because of their very un-Islamic depictions of people and animals. After that we had lunch then proceeded to the black basalt fort at Azrak, a Roman fort that was later the headquarters of Lawrence of Arabia during the Arab Revolt in the early 20th cenury. For a change of pace we then went to the Azrak Wetlands, habitat for many birds and water buffalo. The wetlands are unfortunately disappearing as the demand for water grows in Jordan's cities.
Another factoid: Jordanian olive oil is considered some of the best in the world and is imported to both Spain and Italy, other major producers of olive oil. Apparently some people in the Middle East drink it, believing it will help them live longer.
Day 4: We checked out of our hotel and headed south to Mount Nebo, the place where Moses was buried. There we saw the Moses Memorial Church, which protects a number of mosaics from a much earlier church that was built on the same site, and we had an incredible view that stretched across the Jordan River Valley, past the Dead Sea to Jerusalem. From there we continued south to Madaba, which is known as the "city of mosaics." There we went to the contemporary Greek Orthodox church of St. George to see a mosaic 6th century Byzantine map of the Holy Land. Madaba is also the home of a mosaic school that operates under the Ministry of Tourism and trains artisans in the making, restoring, and repairing of mosaics. Unfortunately I didn't feel I could afford to purchase a mosaic from one of the shops we went to, but I now have a much better understanding of how they are made. That afternoon we continued south through the Wadi Mujib - Jordan's Grand Canyon - and stopped at Karak Castle. That evening we checked into the Taybet Zaman, a wonderful hotel decorated with Bedouin textiles, near Petra.
Day 5: Petra is wonderful. It is an amazing series of buildings, located at Wadi Musa, that were carved out of solid rose-red rock by the Nabataeans, an Arab civilization that lived there more than 2000 years ago. It was eventually claimed as a part of the Roman Empire, but was forgotten by the West by the beginning of the 14th Century and was only rediscovered in 1812 by a Swiss traveler who was looking for the ancient city of Petra. We rode horses as close as we could and then proceeded on foot to the Siq, the narrow slot in the rock that opens up to the magnificent Treasury Building. Local Bedouins operate the horse, donkey, and camel concessions - the camel ride I took with River and Joachin was outstanding.
Recommended reading: Married to a Bedouin (2006) by Marguerite van Geldermalsen is set in Petra, where she met and married Mohammed Abdallah, a Bedouin. They set up housekeeping in one of Petra's caves and had three children. Marguerite spoke at VCUQ in September. I unfortunately missed her lecture and book signing, but her son, Raamie, was at Petra selling autographed copies of the book, so I bought it there and thoroughly enjoyed reading her account of life in Petra.
Day 6: We sadly left Petra (a place I would happily return to if ever given the opportunity) the next morning and went to Wadi Rum for a bedouin tour of the desert in that area via pickup trucks outfitted for tourists. There we saw the Seven Pillars of Wisdom (a rock formation of 7 columns that I think provided the name for T.E. Lawrence's book), petroglyphs, and sand dunes. After that we headed back to Amman and the Belle Vue Hotel.
Day 7: We packed our bags for the flight home, but made a planned stop at the Dead Sea Spa for a swim and mud baths! That was fun - nearly everyone got into it - especially since Osama, who had rejoined us that morning, promised we'd loose years if we did!
Parting comments: the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan is wonderful. If you ever get a chance to go there, don't miss it. It definitely rivals Greece for wonderful ancient architecture and has a similar landscape, although the red sand is unique to Jordan. And by all means, go to Petra at least once in your life-time.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Ramadan
As a Christian westerner I knew very little about Ramadan when it began on September 12th. I am far from an expert on Ramadan, but will share my experiences here.
First a basic, abbreviated description of Ramadan: it lasts for one lunar month (28 days), so its occurance varies yearly on the calendar. For Ramadan, Muslims fast during daylight hours - they go the entire day without any food or drink, not even water. After the evening prayer that coincides with sundown they break their fast with a meal that is called Iftar. Traditionally, the first foods they will eat are dates and water.
Although this description is simple, it has a huge impact on daily life in Islamic countries. For example, our classes at VCUQ were rescheduled by cutting 20 minutes off each class period and advancing all of the classes through the day to a new start time; one result was that my senior studio that usually ends at 6:00 PM ended instead at 4:40 PM. This was done so the students would be able to get home to break fast with their families, but also because they are very tired by the end of the day.
Most restaurants are closed during Ramadan daylight hours; the only exceptions in Doha that I was aware of (although I'm sure there were many others) were hotel restaurants and the cafeteria at Education City in the LAS building. And many businesses - even exercise classes - have modified hours. For example, the shops at Villagio, the shopping center closest to me, were open for a few hours in the morning, then closed and re-opened after sundown until past midnight. The Doha syndicate, where liquor is purchased, was closed the entire month. And just like Christmas in the USA, there are special decorations in most stores. Common greetings are Ramadan Kareem or Ramadan Mubarak (which translate as "Ramadan Blessings").
In orientation sessions at the beginning of the semester, new faculty were cautioned not to eat or drink in front of students during the day. As a lifetime Weight Watcher, who is seldom without a bottle of water, I had to really be careful about this - and in fact forgot the first day of Ramadan, but was kindly reminded by another faculty member to ditch my water bottle. Driving in Doha is often a bit scary, but during Ramadan it can be especially harrowing, so we were cautioned to stay off the roads just before sundown because many hungry Muslims would be headed to their family homes for Iftar. I actually found that advice to be untrue, but I did observe that traffic jams were more frequent during Ramadan, and, as soon as the evening call to prayer was heard, the streets were empty.
Many Qatari families gather for Iftar every night - children, grandchildren, aunts and uncles. For some, this is a time for lavish entertaining and parties that go into the wee hours of morning...and this will happen night after night. My students in families like that were wiped out during classes. Some fell asleep during class, few worked outside of class (as is expected in a design curriculum), and absences and excuses were rampant. And their performance dropped significantly, particularly during the last 10 days of Ramadan when additional prayers are to be said throughout the night.
Other families will have a large meal with their extended family for Iftar and another smaller meal in their own home just before they go to sleep around midnight. Then they will try to wake up a bit before daybreak for a light snack. My students, whose families approached Ramadan in this more moderate manner, tended to be more alert in class and got their work done. My office mate, Maryam, who graduated in the program several years ago and is now the department assistant, told me that she becomes so used not to eating during the day that she goes through a period after Ramadan when she has to become accustomed to having food during the day again.
This is also a time for special charity drives. Someone told me that good deeds performed during Ramadan are supposed to count double, but I don't know if that is true or not. It is also a time for travel. One of my students made a pilgrimage to Mecca with her father and brought back dates from Medina, and others traveled to see family (thus some of the absences in my classes). Several of my students who had not worn abayas before, started wearing them during Ramadan, and the English radio station I listen to devoted a considerable amount of time to special discussions about Ramadan and fasting. One discussion about whether you could brush your teeth or not during Ramadan (you cannot) stuck in my mind because of the serious tone of the speaker.
Some people are excused from fasting - e.g., pregnant women and those having their period, but they have to make it up later. I heard one student who was very concerned about this because she was caught in an uncomfortable situation: she was allowed to eat, but she couldn't do it because she didn't want anyone to know she was having her period. One woman told me that she preferred to fast while she was pregnant, because she didn't want to go through it alone later...I can only imagine what fasting Muslims in non-Islamic countries must go though to observe Ramadan - it's got to be tough for them.
First a basic, abbreviated description of Ramadan: it lasts for one lunar month (28 days), so its occurance varies yearly on the calendar. For Ramadan, Muslims fast during daylight hours - they go the entire day without any food or drink, not even water. After the evening prayer that coincides with sundown they break their fast with a meal that is called Iftar. Traditionally, the first foods they will eat are dates and water.
Although this description is simple, it has a huge impact on daily life in Islamic countries. For example, our classes at VCUQ were rescheduled by cutting 20 minutes off each class period and advancing all of the classes through the day to a new start time; one result was that my senior studio that usually ends at 6:00 PM ended instead at 4:40 PM. This was done so the students would be able to get home to break fast with their families, but also because they are very tired by the end of the day.
Most restaurants are closed during Ramadan daylight hours; the only exceptions in Doha that I was aware of (although I'm sure there were many others) were hotel restaurants and the cafeteria at Education City in the LAS building. And many businesses - even exercise classes - have modified hours. For example, the shops at Villagio, the shopping center closest to me, were open for a few hours in the morning, then closed and re-opened after sundown until past midnight. The Doha syndicate, where liquor is purchased, was closed the entire month. And just like Christmas in the USA, there are special decorations in most stores. Common greetings are Ramadan Kareem or Ramadan Mubarak (which translate as "Ramadan Blessings").
In orientation sessions at the beginning of the semester, new faculty were cautioned not to eat or drink in front of students during the day. As a lifetime Weight Watcher, who is seldom without a bottle of water, I had to really be careful about this - and in fact forgot the first day of Ramadan, but was kindly reminded by another faculty member to ditch my water bottle. Driving in Doha is often a bit scary, but during Ramadan it can be especially harrowing, so we were cautioned to stay off the roads just before sundown because many hungry Muslims would be headed to their family homes for Iftar. I actually found that advice to be untrue, but I did observe that traffic jams were more frequent during Ramadan, and, as soon as the evening call to prayer was heard, the streets were empty.
Many Qatari families gather for Iftar every night - children, grandchildren, aunts and uncles. For some, this is a time for lavish entertaining and parties that go into the wee hours of morning...and this will happen night after night. My students in families like that were wiped out during classes. Some fell asleep during class, few worked outside of class (as is expected in a design curriculum), and absences and excuses were rampant. And their performance dropped significantly, particularly during the last 10 days of Ramadan when additional prayers are to be said throughout the night.
Other families will have a large meal with their extended family for Iftar and another smaller meal in their own home just before they go to sleep around midnight. Then they will try to wake up a bit before daybreak for a light snack. My students, whose families approached Ramadan in this more moderate manner, tended to be more alert in class and got their work done. My office mate, Maryam, who graduated in the program several years ago and is now the department assistant, told me that she becomes so used not to eating during the day that she goes through a period after Ramadan when she has to become accustomed to having food during the day again.
This is also a time for special charity drives. Someone told me that good deeds performed during Ramadan are supposed to count double, but I don't know if that is true or not. It is also a time for travel. One of my students made a pilgrimage to Mecca with her father and brought back dates from Medina, and others traveled to see family (thus some of the absences in my classes). Several of my students who had not worn abayas before, started wearing them during Ramadan, and the English radio station I listen to devoted a considerable amount of time to special discussions about Ramadan and fasting. One discussion about whether you could brush your teeth or not during Ramadan (you cannot) stuck in my mind because of the serious tone of the speaker.
Some people are excused from fasting - e.g., pregnant women and those having their period, but they have to make it up later. I heard one student who was very concerned about this because she was caught in an uncomfortable situation: she was allowed to eat, but she couldn't do it because she didn't want anyone to know she was having her period. One woman told me that she preferred to fast while she was pregnant, because she didn't want to go through it alone later...I can only imagine what fasting Muslims in non-Islamic countries must go though to observe Ramadan - it's got to be tough for them.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Architecture in Doha
There is building going on everywhere in Doha - skyscrapers along the bay for offices and housing, 2-3 story residential compounds (walled multi-family villas), private compounds (also enclosed by walls, but here the walls have a dual function: keeping out the rif-raff and women need not wear the abaya, shayla, and niqab when within the walls of their compound), shopping malls, government buildings, etc. As a result there are also construction vehicles (cement trucks, etc) everywhere and lots of road construction - I'll talk more about driving in Doha in a later posting.
You've already seen pictures of my villa and compound and the VCUQ building where I teach. Those are some of the more modest building types in Doha. The VCUQ building, for example, contains many design elements that are characteristic of traditional architecture in this area. The skyscrapers however belong to another genre with each trying to top the last design-wise. For example, there are tall twin zig-zag buildings and a tower that twists is under construction. Monumental often seems to be the objective as well as designing a building that no one else has ever built. There is also an ongoing challenge to traditional structural engineering. And, of course, the architects love it - they are receiving once-in-a-lifetime commissions to create the building that will seal their place in architectural history.
As examples of this monumental trend in architecture, I am posting a rendering of the proposed National Library of Doha and some new buildings that Rem Koolhaas has designed for the Qatar Foundation at Education City, where VCUQ is. I'll also post a much more traditional example of architecture - and, in my opinion, one of the more compelling sites in Doha: the Islamic Center, as well as a good example of a follie: the Dinosaur Majilis! And later, when I get a chance, I'll take pictures of the Isozaki's building at Education City, I.M. Pei's museum that is topped by eyes looking through a niqab (kind of eerie), and others.
You've already seen pictures of my villa and compound and the VCUQ building where I teach. Those are some of the more modest building types in Doha. The VCUQ building, for example, contains many design elements that are characteristic of traditional architecture in this area. The skyscrapers however belong to another genre with each trying to top the last design-wise. For example, there are tall twin zig-zag buildings and a tower that twists is under construction. Monumental often seems to be the objective as well as designing a building that no one else has ever built. There is also an ongoing challenge to traditional structural engineering. And, of course, the architects love it - they are receiving once-in-a-lifetime commissions to create the building that will seal their place in architectural history.
As examples of this monumental trend in architecture, I am posting a rendering of the proposed National Library of Doha and some new buildings that Rem Koolhaas has designed for the Qatar Foundation at Education City, where VCUQ is. I'll also post a much more traditional example of architecture - and, in my opinion, one of the more compelling sites in Doha: the Islamic Center, as well as a good example of a follie: the Dinosaur Majilis! And later, when I get a chance, I'll take pictures of the Isozaki's building at Education City, I.M. Pei's museum that is topped by eyes looking through a niqab (kind of eerie), and others.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Since Day 3: Back to Work
My first post ended at day three...lots has happened since. I was here for two weeks before classes started on Sunday, August 26. Yes, that is right - the work week here is Sunday - Thursday; Friday is the muslim holy day and their Saturday is like our Saturday.
During the first two weeks, I didn't think the orientation sessions (all were informative and most were interesting) and immigration processes would ever end, so I wasn't able to get my course materials together until the weekend before classes started and I had several late nights as a result.
I'm teaching three courses: two sections of senior studio and one section of sophomore manual drafting. The senior studios meet Sun/Tues 2:40-6:00 pm and Mon/Wed 2:40-6:00 pm. The sophomore manual drafting class meets Mon/Wed 8:00-10:25 am. In other words, I have two early morning classes, late afternoons classes four days a week, and no classes on Thursday.
My seniors (12 total - 6 per section) are mostly Qatari who always wear abayas (long black gowns that fully cover them) and, most of the time, shaylas (head scarves). Two also wear the niqab, a face covering that only shows their eyes. Fortunately one wears glasses, so I can tell the two of them apart, although one has a lower voice and I'd have learned to recognize her that way. The project we are working on is an Immigration Processing Center, a visionary project that I devised in response to the immigration processing that I went through with other colleagues who are new to Qatar.
My sophomores, 10 in all, are more of a mixed group. Half are Qatari - all of whom wear abayas and shaylas. The other five are from other middle eastern countries: Lebanon, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia. They all dress like American college students - jeans and tops. Two of the non-Qatari students have been wearing abayas since Ramadan began on September 13th, but I expect they will remove those when it ends in mid-October. The drafting course content is somewhat like I had been teaching at La Roche, although we haven't taught ink-on-mylar drafting for years - that took some getting used to, but I found that I remember how to put ink in a Rapidograph pen.
From occasional glimpes of clothing under the abayas, it seems that most have designer jeans and tops on underneath. Other predictable parts of their wardrobes are BIG designer handbags, LARGE sunglasses, and pretty sandals - some high heeled and some not.
All of my students have very good English skills. Several have lived in the United States. One, for example, spent 7 years in the US while her father, who is an orthopedic surgeon, was in school at the University of Chicago. All are also women - VCU just started admitting men to their program this year - so those that are here now are freshmen.
In many ways they are much like our American students - they consider a C to be failing, rather than average, as I do. Some keep up with their work, and some do not. Some are serious minded and focused, and some are not.
During the first two weeks, I didn't think the orientation sessions (all were informative and most were interesting) and immigration processes would ever end, so I wasn't able to get my course materials together until the weekend before classes started and I had several late nights as a result.
I'm teaching three courses: two sections of senior studio and one section of sophomore manual drafting. The senior studios meet Sun/Tues 2:40-6:00 pm and Mon/Wed 2:40-6:00 pm. The sophomore manual drafting class meets Mon/Wed 8:00-10:25 am. In other words, I have two early morning classes, late afternoons classes four days a week, and no classes on Thursday.
My seniors (12 total - 6 per section) are mostly Qatari who always wear abayas (long black gowns that fully cover them) and, most of the time, shaylas (head scarves). Two also wear the niqab, a face covering that only shows their eyes. Fortunately one wears glasses, so I can tell the two of them apart, although one has a lower voice and I'd have learned to recognize her that way. The project we are working on is an Immigration Processing Center, a visionary project that I devised in response to the immigration processing that I went through with other colleagues who are new to Qatar.
My sophomores, 10 in all, are more of a mixed group. Half are Qatari - all of whom wear abayas and shaylas. The other five are from other middle eastern countries: Lebanon, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia. They all dress like American college students - jeans and tops. Two of the non-Qatari students have been wearing abayas since Ramadan began on September 13th, but I expect they will remove those when it ends in mid-October. The drafting course content is somewhat like I had been teaching at La Roche, although we haven't taught ink-on-mylar drafting for years - that took some getting used to, but I found that I remember how to put ink in a Rapidograph pen.
From occasional glimpes of clothing under the abayas, it seems that most have designer jeans and tops on underneath. Other predictable parts of their wardrobes are BIG designer handbags, LARGE sunglasses, and pretty sandals - some high heeled and some not.
All of my students have very good English skills. Several have lived in the United States. One, for example, spent 7 years in the US while her father, who is an orthopedic surgeon, was in school at the University of Chicago. All are also women - VCU just started admitting men to their program this year - so those that are here now are freshmen.
In many ways they are much like our American students - they consider a C to be failing, rather than average, as I do. Some keep up with their work, and some do not. Some are serious minded and focused, and some are not.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Letters from the US to Doha require 90 cents postage - that's air mail - and it takes 7-10 days to arrive. I got my first Doha mail from my great niece, Katie Brown in Arizona, last week - thanks, Katie! I'll post her picture so you can see what a cutie she is.
In case you want to write me, my mailing address is:
Virginia Commonwealth University
School of the Arts in Qatar
P.O. Box 8095
Doha, Qatar
Note: there is no house-to-house mail delivery here. That's understandable since it can be pretty hard to find street signs around here - and there is so much building going on that maps become out-of-date quickly.
In case you want to write me, my mailing address is:
Virginia Commonwealth University
School of the Arts in Qatar
P.O. Box 8095
Doha, Qatar
Note: there is no house-to-house mail delivery here. That's understandable since it can be pretty hard to find street signs around here - and there is so much building going on that maps become out-of-date quickly.
Al Shallal
Comments on my villa: I'm now living in Villa #26 at Al Shallal. This place is huge - about 2x the square feet of my house on Hastings Street. I have a large living room/dining room combination, study, very gracious winding stairway, three bedrooms with tons of storage in them, three full bathrooms, a half-bath on the first floor, large kitchen with enough room for four barstools at the counter, PLUS a maid's room and bathroom with a shower! That's a lot of room for Popcorn and me.
The ceilings are high - about 9 foot with big crown molding. All of the floors are tile. And the drapery, which I commented on with the photos in my first posting, are really heavy brocade - fully lined, plus sheers and black-out drapery underneath in the bedrooms, PLUS tie-backs and heavy brass rods!!! Very baroque - way too fancy for me, so I ignore them.
Lots of VCUQ faculty live here too, so that's pretty handy - especially during the first week when I didn't have a car. The campus is about a 15 minute drive north of Al Shallal, so I had to rely on the kindness of others for transportation until I got my rental car. I'll take pictures of the outside tomorrow and post those soon.
The only negative thing about my villa: I don't have any artwork, so lots of bare walls! My colleagues, however, who have settled in have done lots of wonderful decorating of their spaces with paint, local and imported crafts, and terrific art...most travel a lot and have collected some beautiful pieces.
The ceilings are high - about 9 foot with big crown molding. All of the floors are tile. And the drapery, which I commented on with the photos in my first posting, are really heavy brocade - fully lined, plus sheers and black-out drapery underneath in the bedrooms, PLUS tie-backs and heavy brass rods!!! Very baroque - way too fancy for me, so I ignore them.
Lots of VCUQ faculty live here too, so that's pretty handy - especially during the first week when I didn't have a car. The campus is about a 15 minute drive north of Al Shallal, so I had to rely on the kindness of others for transportation until I got my rental car. I'll take pictures of the outside tomorrow and post those soon.
The only negative thing about my villa: I don't have any artwork, so lots of bare walls! My colleagues, however, who have settled in have done lots of wonderful decorating of their spaces with paint, local and imported crafts, and terrific art...most travel a lot and have collected some beautiful pieces.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Greetings from Doha
I've now been here a bit over a month and promised to start a blog, but rather than start with today, I'm going to back-track a bit to the beginning. This is an accounting of my flight and first days in Doha.
My flights (Aug 12-13): both portions (O'Hare to Heathrow and then on to Doha) were fine although the supposed flat bed approach of British Air wasn't very comfortable for my back, so I didn't really sleep on the first flight at all. The only thing that kept me awake on the layover at Heathrow was some duty-free shopping. I spent the rest of my time in London trying to confirm that Popcorn was OK. Seems they've changed procedures and she wasn't showing up on their list. I finally fell asleep on the connecting flight to Doha from sheer exhaustion...that was good. During a brief layover in Dubai, a BA attendant went to the cargo hold and tried to get a picture of Popcorn on his cell phone - it was pretty fuzzy but I could see her.
My arrival (Aug 13): I met a professor of chemical engineering with Texas A&M as we de-planed and followed him through customs. The airport is undergoing massive remodeling so it had changed since I was here before. Ruth, my new dept chair, and Bill, head of HR, met my flight, which arrived about 8:00 PM. My luggage arrived fine, and so did Popcorn, although Muhammad Ali, VCUQ's all-around logistics man, wasn't able to spring her from BA cargo until about 11:30 PM after having to give them an additional $100. She arrived in OK shape - altho she was very happy to get out of her kennel.
My first night in Doha: After everyone left, I stayed up cleaning the kitchen - it was a pit - because I was wide awake. I finally crashed about 3:00 AM
My first day in Doha (Aug 14): I got up at 7:45 Tues AM to meet Muhammed Ali (and other new faculty) who took us for our health inspection and photographs for our residency permit. Interesting that at the clinic, there were separate entrances and clinics for men and women. The health inspection consisted of chest x-rays (TB screening), blood testing & typing (they say I'm A neg although I've always been told I'm B neg). The worst however was the photography - I cannot believe I agreed to have my picture taken the day after arriving - I look really terrible and that picture is now on everything at the university and with the Qatar government!
The new faculty who were with me: one is in ID...her name is Maja (pronounced Maya) from Sweden - she's here with her husband Marcus - very nice young couple. Also Law and Levi who are new in Graphic Design - both are from Oregon.
We went back to campus for a couple of short meetings/orientations to advising, etc kind of stuff. Then I met River, the registrar, who lives in the villa next to me. She and her son, Joaquin, moved here from CA last January. She took me shopping Tues evening for some groceries. The villa had already been stocked with some stuff like white bread, Nescafe, powdered creamer, 2 1/2 doz eggs, 5 kinds of cream cheese, etc) but I still needed to pick up a few more things. Tues night I crashed early.
My second day in Doha (Aug 15, Wed): no apointments at the college that day so I finished cleaning the kitchen - took me until mid-afternoon . Then I started on the other parts of the house - rearranged furniture, made lists of things that needed to be fixed, and started unpacking. I began dragging from jet lag about 7:30 and became increasingly ineffective so I went to bed at 9:00 PM.
My third day in Doha (Aug 16, Thurs): I got up at 5:00 AM again so I could give myself a manicure (I was glad I hadn't spent $ on one in CA - the cleaning I had to do wrecked my nails) and wash my hair. I was in meetings from 9:00 to 3:00. I met another faculty member - Kevin Wooley from Utah...very nice guy. He took me shopping after the meetings for linens and lots of kitchen miscellany. He also introduced me to Moden, the manager of the villas, who fixed a bunch of things for me.
My flights (Aug 12-13): both portions (O'Hare to Heathrow and then on to Doha) were fine although the supposed flat bed approach of British Air wasn't very comfortable for my back, so I didn't really sleep on the first flight at all. The only thing that kept me awake on the layover at Heathrow was some duty-free shopping. I spent the rest of my time in London trying to confirm that Popcorn was OK. Seems they've changed procedures and she wasn't showing up on their list. I finally fell asleep on the connecting flight to Doha from sheer exhaustion...that was good. During a brief layover in Dubai, a BA attendant went to the cargo hold and tried to get a picture of Popcorn on his cell phone - it was pretty fuzzy but I could see her.
My arrival (Aug 13): I met a professor of chemical engineering with Texas A&M as we de-planed and followed him through customs. The airport is undergoing massive remodeling so it had changed since I was here before. Ruth, my new dept chair, and Bill, head of HR, met my flight, which arrived about 8:00 PM. My luggage arrived fine, and so did Popcorn, although Muhammad Ali, VCUQ's all-around logistics man, wasn't able to spring her from BA cargo until about 11:30 PM after having to give them an additional $100. She arrived in OK shape - altho she was very happy to get out of her kennel.
My first night in Doha: After everyone left, I stayed up cleaning the kitchen - it was a pit - because I was wide awake. I finally crashed about 3:00 AM
My first day in Doha (Aug 14): I got up at 7:45 Tues AM to meet Muhammed Ali (and other new faculty) who took us for our health inspection and photographs for our residency permit. Interesting that at the clinic, there were separate entrances and clinics for men and women. The health inspection consisted of chest x-rays (TB screening), blood testing & typing (they say I'm A neg although I've always been told I'm B neg). The worst however was the photography - I cannot believe I agreed to have my picture taken the day after arriving - I look really terrible and that picture is now on everything at the university and with the Qatar government!
The new faculty who were with me: one is in ID...her name is Maja (pronounced Maya) from Sweden - she's here with her husband Marcus - very nice young couple. Also Law and Levi who are new in Graphic Design - both are from Oregon.
We went back to campus for a couple of short meetings/orientations to advising, etc kind of stuff. Then I met River, the registrar, who lives in the villa next to me. She and her son, Joaquin, moved here from CA last January. She took me shopping Tues evening for some groceries. The villa had already been stocked with some stuff like white bread, Nescafe, powdered creamer, 2 1/2 doz eggs, 5 kinds of cream cheese, etc) but I still needed to pick up a few more things. Tues night I crashed early.
My second day in Doha (Aug 15, Wed): no apointments at the college that day so I finished cleaning the kitchen - took me until mid-afternoon . Then I started on the other parts of the house - rearranged furniture, made lists of things that needed to be fixed, and started unpacking. I began dragging from jet lag about 7:30 and became increasingly ineffective so I went to bed at 9:00 PM.
My third day in Doha (Aug 16, Thurs): I got up at 5:00 AM again so I could give myself a manicure (I was glad I hadn't spent $ on one in CA - the cleaning I had to do wrecked my nails) and wash my hair. I was in meetings from 9:00 to 3:00. I met another faculty member - Kevin Wooley from Utah...very nice guy. He took me shopping after the meetings for linens and lots of kitchen miscellany. He also introduced me to Moden, the manager of the villas, who fixed a bunch of things for me.
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