Qatari interlude and conclusion

Helter-skelter mosque
Fanar Mosque, Doha

Having returned from Tokyo to Hong Kong and having spent a day hiking around Hong Kong's Lantau Island with local friends, it was time to return to the UK. When I booked my plane tickets, I had a choice of either a 2 hour transfer or a full day in Doha, Qatar. Of course I chose to spend a full day in a new country. 

HND-HKG: UO629, 0220-0600
HKG-DOH: QR815, 0025-0405

I spent almost the entire 8h40 flight from Hong Kong sleeping and so was reasonably rested when I arrived in Doha, albeit at a very early local time. Doha Hamad Airport is enormous but assumes that you only want to transit through, and there are only a relatively small number of people who were leaving the airport. By the time I went through immigration and customs control, it was still a bit too early to do anything or even get into the city and so I spent some more time in the nicely air-conditioned airport. 

As I arrived on a Friday, everything was closed in the morning: after all, this is one of the most religious Muslim countries in the world. This even includes the metro - which only starts operating from around 1400 on Fridays - and so I had to figure out how to get into the city centre. The airport information desk advised taking a cab, but I wasn't about to do that - instead, I noticed that there were local buses to the city from the airport bus station. The local buses are mostly used by airport employees and so go to the residential areas of Doha instead of the city centre, but route 757 went regularly to the suburb of Mansoura around 2 km away from the old city. 2 km is usually a trivial walk for me. 

Low-rise sprawl
A local bus view of real Doha, where ordinary migrant workers live. Despite the oil money hoarded by the country's elite, it's a view no different to the suburbs of any other middle-income country. 

I find that local bus journeys while abroad are often quite interesting for the tourist: Qatar has plenty of oil money and a world-renowned airport and national airline, and in the previous year had just held the football World Cup. Like many of its neighbours, it presents an ultra-modern image of itself to the world. Yet because I was taking the bus that airport employees take to work, I was able to see the ordinary suburbs where migrant workers live: the vast majority of Doha turned out to be no different to any other middle-income country. For that matter, the country's rich elite hoard their money while their trophy-buildings are built by usually-south-Asian migrant workers whose status is barely (if that) distinguishable from modern slavery. The same applies to many of the other oil-rich Arab countries around the Gulf: Dubai, for example, has some very impressive parts but those certainly weren't built by the Emiratis (and not connecting the Burj Khalifa to sewerage was fine for them because they could just get slaves to drive sewage tankers to the sewage works instead). 

Doha bus
Bus 757, which I took from the airport to nearly the city centre. Contactless tap-on, tap-off. 

Anyway, the bus journey to Mansoura took around 35 minutes; I disembarked at Qubaa Street. I was immediately hit by the heat. The walk to the old city didn't take that long - maybe 30 minutes - but the temperature in the city was sweltering: 41 °C. I had plenty of water with me and so it was fine while taking frequent water breaks, but I was drenched just by the time I arrived at the old city. 

Doha old city
Old street outside Souq Watif

As it was still Friday morning, nearly everything was still closed. The only real activity was of men going to the many mosques, some of which also had loudspeakers playing the sermon to those outside. 

Market interior
Souq Watif

The souq (market) was completely empty and nearly all the stalls were closed on the day of prayer and rest, though fortunately it was still open to walk around and shelter from the sweltering desert sun. 

Doha lunch
Lunch at Al Koot Cafe. It was a lot of flatbread. 

I had a lunch of halloumi, flatbread and a local variant of tomato-and-egg shakshouka next to the market, before proceeding along the Doha Corniche past the dhow (traditional Arab boat) harbour to the Museum of Islamic Art. 

Dhow and museum
Dhow harbour on Doha corniche

It was now just past noon, and the hottest part of the day. Fortunately it wasn't that long a walk to the Museum of Islamic Art. 

Path to the museum
Museum of Islamic Art

Designed by the Chinese-American architect I M Pei, both the interior and exterior of the building were very clearly influenced by Islamic architecture and patterns. It was an excellent museum too, showcasing 1000 years of Islamic art, design, architecture and science. I spent a whole afternoon there - a serious mark of approval from me of all people - and not just for the drinking water fountains and air conditioning. 

Dhow harbour sunset
Sunset outside the museum

As with many Arab desert places, the city gets much more lively after sunset when the temperature becomes bearable (and even comfortable) outside. The old city which was empty during the baking daytime was now bustling with both locals and tourists, though I was never really going to be interested in buying tat from the souq. I took the metro from Souq Watif back to the airport, where I paid 70 QAR (~£17) for a shower and was very pleased to change into clean clothes again. 

DOH-LGW: BA2032, 0105-0620

I was exhausted, but fortunately was able to then sleep for almost the entire 7h15 flight back to Gatwick. It was a great relief to sleep in a proper bed back in Suffolk after three successive overnight flights, even if I did sleep reasonably well on all three. Thus ended this incredible adventure. 

Conclusion

One of the themes that I keep discovering when I go travelling is that the more you immerse yourself in everyday local life, the more you learn about the place you're visiting. Similarly, you can see and learn so much more by travelling overland rather than by teleporting from airport to airport.

It was my first time visiting Hong Kong. It certainly lives up to its strapline of Asia's Global City: it's very much a child of both China and Britain, which was particularly interesting to me as a British-Chinese in that it has taken Chinese culture and everyday efficiency while also inheriting (at least an imagined version of) Britain's style of understated decorum and order and queuing. The food was excellent, everything worked in a modern and international way (it was the only part of my trip where contactless payments were almost universally accepted), and it was really nice to hike around Lantau Island as well for a completely different experience to the metropolis. I shall certainly return. 

Mainland China spent a very long time closed off from the rest of the world through the pandemic, continuing its isolation for a couple of years after other countries had reopened. I didn't spend very long in the country this time around just because I wanted to spend more time in places where I haven't already been, but the gist of my experience this time was that the country is as good at food as it's ever been, everything's done much more digitally than really anywhere else in the world, and it's still a country that takes infrastructure properly seriously with its brand-new metros and high-speed rail everywhere. It was nice to see that foreign tourists are slowly returning; it's really an exceptional country to visit both for the history of one of the world's great historic civilisations and for the country's rapid transformation in the last 20 years. 

South Korea was fascinating to visit. It's a country that spends 10% of its GDP on research and development, and it shows. The history and architecture were similar yet different to its neighbours, but certainly have their own characteristic Korean traditions. I particularly liked how the national museum had a sarangbang built in the traditional way, just like how the British Museum commissioned South Korean artisans to come to the UK and build a very similar one in the BM's Korean room. I did end up having enough of the gochujang by the end, though. Some day, I'd love to visit the DPRK too.

If anything, Japan was the part of the trip that I was most looking forward to. I'd bought the Japan Rail Pass just before its significant price-rise in 2023 and so got excellent value from it, travelling from Kyushu all the way to Tokyo via so many different places along the way. The food was of course delicious, the history fascinating, the scenery beautiful, and there weren't too many other tourists in October. It was great to meet up with local friends and explore around Kyoto and Nagano Prefecture in particular, and Strong Zero was quite an experience in itself. Yet I did also notice quite a difference between metropolis Japan and provincial Japan, and got a glimpse of the country's own bureaucratic way of doing things when I collected my rail pass. Similarly, I really didn't expect Japan to be the country where I walked around with coins jangling in my pockets with its cash-only businesses. For that matter, even with how much I travel by train around the world, it was quite a surprise to see Edmondson rail tickets being used in the real world in 2023 - I'd previously only ever seen them in museums. That said, maybe it's rather representative of the country as a whole: antique tickets being issued for the local line at the same station as the Shinkansen; a curious mix of old and new, tradition and ultra-modernity at the same time. Overall, I think I expected a kind of Oriental version of Switzerland, whereas of course the country is much more complex than just that. 

I learned so much about all of these countries by passing through at overland speed. You see so much more when you don't fly.

5355 km by rail. 650 km by ship. £1949.50 total cost (compare that to just one European ski trip!). Five countries and territories. I do believe that I'll have been the first person to have made this journey from Hong Kong to Tokyo overland post-pandemic: truly an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime adventure. 

 

Part of my 2023 Oriental overland adventure: 

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