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We awoke today and Tooli was.messaging frantically with her pals trying to.help.out their fellow teachers who had been flooded out. 

Belonging were being rescued; freezers were being emptied and the contents redistributed.  Where Tooli stays is two roads of apartments built by the sheik who owns the school - there were alternative apartments to allow them to move in until the work.was completed to repair the damage by oh so much lost 

Tooli kept repeating 'only belongings they can be replaced '

Anyhoos, we hung around the apartment til one, when Mad Dogs and Englishmen start to come in out of the Mid Day Sun. 

We took an Uber (not the same one as last night ( I think he might be away back to Sri Lanka) .. to MIA Park, AKA Box Park.  It's a "destination" or "insta" location made of primary-coloured shipping containers. There are literally hundreds of them, two-story - so you can climb up and enjoy the views along the bays to either side. 

Of course in 36 degrees i was bouncing up and down those steps like a window cleaner (NO I WASNT).

We wandered there, and then down to  Old Doha Port - a section of the port that has been rebuilt in what I would describe as  Pastel coloured Greek Style apartments and designer shops and cafes sitting on the dock front, which has been "superseded", by a new Cruise Port in front.  So when people arrive at the Cruise Port - the first thing they see is the pastel colours of this section, followed by the primary colours of MIA Park, 

We stopped regularly at Benches.  We do love a bench.  And we stopped for Ice Cream. Oh, it was good.   As we wandered to the end, we found a Water Polo tournament in full swing - polo players we had seen training in Beach club we had been at earlier in the week (We recognised them, because there was a team made up of 5 Saudis, and one additional player who was very white and ginger.  (There's a lot of them about.)

It was fun watching them play with the refs on the side, instead of in the water, and sides to their court.   There were "official" visitors who were sat on proper benches, behind red ropes. 

After the polo we went to the fish market - please look at the extra.  Tooli even agreed that next time we were over, she would allow us to buy Fish and cook it in her apartment.    The place is beautiful and there is NO SMELL of fish. 

After the fish markets it was further along the port, and then another uber to the Souq

The Souq was jumping.   Muslim Weekend.  All the families were out and everywhere was stowed. 

We got a seat in a nice restaurant., and listened to the noises and the calls to prayer.  Ate ourselves full and then headed back through the Souk to the Waterside, and headed to the swarm of people waiting for a Dowh ride. 

We were very lucky - people seemed to be watching rather than taking part, so one very persistent chap dropped his price to 50 Ryals for the three of us. 

It's such a lovely sail across to the city skyline - music playing, and we were treated to dancing by four very enthusiastic Phillipino ladies.   (Didn't know where to look). 

On the way back, my emotions got the better of me, and I spent the sail back sobbing.   I apologised profusely to Tooli who said "at least one of us was able to hold it together". 

I can only imagine what the family sitting opposite us thought. 

It's such a beautiful place; my wee babba is so happy and confident, and leaving her in all this joy makes me happy, but hurts my heart too. 

We finished the evening with a walk along the Corniche,  Which was quite amazing.  So many Qatari families, groups of girls, single girls,  boys, men, fishermen, children all just enjoying life on the prom. 

11500 steps.

Pretty damn fine.