Getting a converter is like, number five, but it is up there.
Made it safely to Doha! Not what I expected... almost more Western than Istanbul? More on that later.
Bedtime!
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- You Need Wind to Fly a Kite, or Day 28 in Doha
- Chello!, or Day 27 in Doha
- Because When You're Done, You Want Some More, or D...
- That's My Terrorist Pose, or Day 25 in Doha
- 11,910 kilometers or 7400 miles or 6431 nautical m...
- Fancy-free, or Day 23 in Doha
- The Sky is Falling, or Day 22 in Doha
- Don't You Wish You Had a Dial, or Day 21 in Doha
- Virgin Soap 2000, or Day 20 in Doha
- White Tigers, or Day 19 in Doha
- The Day of Two Dinners, or Day 18 in Doha
- Leepom Ogum, or Day 17 in Doha
- Wahad, Ifnain, and Thahlathah, or Day 16 in Doha
- Uni, or Day 15 in Doha
- I am Doha, or Day 14 in Doha
- Cat-erwauling, or Day 13 in Doha
- I'd Like to Buy That, or Day 12 in Doha
- Thursdays that are like Fridays that are like Satu...
- It's Like Secret Santa for Marriage, or Day 10 in ...
- Democracy is not an Election, or Day 9 in Doha
- And...?, or Day 8 in Doha
- Just Call Me Cornish, or Day 7 in Doha
- Feeling Domestic, or Day 6 in Doha
- Arabic Arabic Numerals, or Day 5 in Doha
- Narcoleptic Pigeon, or Day 4 in Doha
- You Got an A Plus, or Day 3 in Doha
- The Bucket List, or Day 2 in Doha
- Dreams Come True, or my last thoughts on Istanbul
- Hello, Sister, or how I made it to Qatar, Doha, an...
- Battery Low, or what my first thing to do tomorrow is
- You Look Hungry, or how Day 4 of Istanbul was
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