and wanted to know how the livingroom looks like. Well, after the Amilander and Bulgariana admitted that their cleaner is currently off (and not supposed to return until their grandchildren are grandparents), I have to admit that I take the chance on Fridays to clear up the flat and the livingroom.

Most probably it was not a Friday when I took the picture, as all the dust still seems to be there. (Ok, it takes only half a day for the dust to settle again over here in Doha. You can definitely kil cleaners by asking for a completely dust-free flat)

Yesterday evening, when I came home, I realised that I unintentionally invited a visitor to my flat. I must have carried him for quite a while, without noticing, but he didn't complain.

Although I offered him a drink, he refused and wanted to leave early. So as there was nothing I could do for him any more, I eventually accepted.

What to do on a Friday in Qatar, as there are limited possibilities regarding entertainment? Ok, still there are the malls to go and do the window shopping, but soon this will become boring. Or minimising the content of your wallet.

In this case it is really good to have colleagues who socialised with their people quite quickly. In my case colleagues from Serbia. So this Friday they took me to a compound where their friends live. Unfortunately most of the conversations were held in serbo-croatian language, so I was completely out of knowledge. But there was a nice pool to cool down from the 38 centigrades outside.



I took the chance to go swimming in this pool, as there were not too many people around.

But if you are in a wealthier position, you can also chose to join the pool at the Four Seasons Hotel, a location we once went for a boring and annoying technical meeting the other day. During our coffee break we then had the opportunity to see how you really can enjoy your stay here:






I am still working to achieve this though.

When you are coming to Qatar for work, your sponsor (the company that has to guarantee for you) has to send you through medical examination.

This is required by law. So in the morning you will have to queue up at the centre for medical examination, near the fuel depot in the south-western part of Doha. There everything is fully organised. The clerks will tell you to take a seat in the last empty row of several rows of chairs. In front there's another clerk calling the first row to the counters. When the first row gets up, all following rows move forward.

At the counter they check and enter your passport details, check your visa and the official paperwork your employer gave to you. (Unfortunately this paperwork is completely typed in Arabic, but it contains data from your passport as well as from your visa). They collect the amount of 100 Rials from you, take a digital picture, give you a receipt and send you on to the blood test.

The blood test is done like in a factory. Prior to it you get your receipt stamped, then you enter one of several rooms where the doctor will take some blood out of your arm. It takes less than 5 seconds, the doctors seem to be very experienced.

Next step is the x-ray. Stamp on the receipt, one x-ray of your lung and finished. Although the medical part takes less than 10 minutes the whole waiting procedure can take up to one and a half hour.
And I was so lucky, when I reached the first row to be called to the counter, it was just time for the prayer. So another 15 minutes waiting.

Afterwards it takes two to three days until you will get the results. But you will have to call them, if you are interested. Otherwise they will send the results as mail to your employer.


Resident permit
For the resident permit it is necessary to give blood again. This time to check only the blood group. I wonder why a country, so much netted in means of computers, is not able to combine the first and the second examination and share the data? Anyway, this blood group test has to be done in a laboratory. Most people join Doha Clinic, where the test is 20 Rials. I went to a small laboratory just around the corner in the same area and the test was 15 Rials. Unfortunately they stitch you in the finger tip, no chance for taking blood from the ear or elsewhere.
At least my blood group didn't change since I was in military 25 years ago.

Afterwards (or the next day) you will have to go and give your finger prints. There are two places in Doha, one near a girls school and one on the area of the police training institute. The places open 6am and close 7pm. It is advisable to arrive around 6am, although the officers start working from 6.30 on. It is all fully computerised, no dirty fingertips at all. You go there, they check your data sheet by the barcode printed on it and then you have to press your finger tips on the scanner glass. All four fingers of the right hand, the four of the left hand, then the thumbs of right and left hand. Afterwards they take the single fingers again and in the end also prints of your right and left palm. But this time you don't have to pay. But you also don't get a receipt or stamp.

Now I have to wait for the resident permit.

are some blogger that started showing pictures of their way to work. Gorillaschnitzel is one of them, his latest stories about his trip through Russia using the train are very interesting.

So I will try it as well:


Out of the parking


to the main road


taking the underpass


one of the big junctions


passing the German embassy


passing artificially watered lawns


one of the countless roundabouts


crossing D-ring road


passing the little palace


and being still in time to reach the office.

is no Toyota.

;-)

people even don't like to blog where I am living now.

As a German where the prejudice is that we're all driving Mercedes, wearing funny hats and trousers made of leather, and are always drinking beer I have to admit that sometimes, not very often indeed, I intend to drink a beer. During my time in Nigeria I made the experience of Goulder, Harp and Star. And I liked Harp best although I barely drank one bottle.

Now over here I thought I could try the local stuff. Non-alcoholic beer just for the taste of it. Whoever is a passionate beer drinker, this is a warning: don't do it. Don't even think of it!



Whatever is on sale in the big supermarkets hardly is allowed to carry the expression "beer". How can a drink that has been composed throughout centuries out of water, hops and malt be modified with tastes like strawberry, lemon or apple?

After having tried "Laziza regular" once, I know now why. Whatever they fill into bottles is just from the looks something like beer. Whoever has been living in the near environment of a beer brewery once (greetings to all guys living in Mannheim Wohlgelegen or Neckarstadt) knows the smell in the air of brewer's yeast (or barm) which almost makes you throw up. Lucky Mannheimers sometimes get the unbeatable mixture of chocolate smell on top.

So opening up a bottle of Laziza regular beats your nostrils with the same yeast smell. Pouring the liquid into a glass calms you down again, as the look is beer-like. But then the taste. Another attack on your already weakened body. Most probably this is the reason to add artificial flavours to the drink to avoid the body of going immediately on strike.

I did not taste the Holsten yet, as Holsten usually is known for quite good quality, but I think I'll have to offer myself to science to know if this drink will be as awful as the first one.

Anybody interested in 5 more bottles of Laziza?

I found this expat-blog-directory on the net, just surfing via one of my favourites. So I thought that now that I am blogging in English, I could join that community to share my every day's experiences. And they provide a nice little link:



Let's see how this will turn out. (Oh yes, there are still some stories to be written, about beer, for instance, and the flat. Including all the little things you'll have to look at when you move in. Even when it's brand new...)

So far I haven't got a flat yet here. So I am still staying in the hotel. It is not bad, but quite expensive if I'd take the daily breakfast each morning for 25 Rials. Instead I bought a one kilogram container of cookies for less than 12 Rials and await the boys in the office for tea then. Easy living.

Now I had a look at the box. Luckily I saw the hidden warning on top:



Maybe written with a small mistake, one "h" and one "t" is too much, but at least you cannot take the producer to court.



Inside the box there's luckily a short interruption to constant eating: the cookies are sealed so that you can also take them to a different place without leaving a lot of crumbs in your pockets. The idea is good, but as I know myself, most of them will not make it to a different place at all.