I just spent some time in Italy, and I have some stuff to tell you about that, but that can wait for another time. What I will share is my flight..... I used to complain constantly about flying. I get claustrophobic, and I’m no great fan of flying at the very best of times, I tend to get a little anxious, perhaps I have just dwelled to long on the fact that you are in a tube a good couple of thousand meters above the earth and it’s a hell of a long way down. It freaks me out a little, not like I’m trying to get out the plane mid flight and have to be restrained kind of stuff, but just uncomfortable. This has always been exasperated by the airlines I flew like BA and SA Airways that always felt cramped. 2 years ago my travel agent suggested Qatar air, she said the planes were new, more spacious, and generally the service was great, and she has always managed to book me just enough time to make the connecting flight without feeling harassed. This time was no different but I did notice that a lot more people have cottoned on now and the flights that weren’t too full are now packed, but still it’s comfortable and for a man my size, that’s saying something. The flight was uneventful, as usual the take off makes me want to vomit, but we are soon on our way, and I settle in for the night, have dinner, watch a movie, snack on some stuff they bring around, and actually manage to even get an hour of sleep, I wake watch a movie, and before you know it they are serving breakfast and we are landing.
Its 6am in Doha, the doors open, and alls well as we make our way out, the moment you exit the plane, you are struck by the most pleasant heat and humidity and by the time you have gotten to the bus, you find yourself cursing at people in your way as you try get to the air conditioner, as you burst into flame and your body drenches you in sweat to protect you. It’s hot, not just any hot, HOT, and humid as all hell, you can’t see further than 50 meters thanks to the rising humidity and heat. Finally we are in the airport and I have 2 hours to kill in transit, not much at all, considering I spent 12 in Heathrow the year before so alls cool, just got to find a bathroom and freshen up, get rid of some excess and then find a seat somewhere till I leave.
This is when it all went to shit.
To be continued...
I have never been a great fan of Jimmy Vaughn, his brother Stevie Ray has always mine, and even though I like the "Fabulous Thunderbirds", I haven't ever really been into his stuff, but he has just released this CD
Jimmy Vaughn "Plays More Blues, Ballads & Favourites", its fantastic, Im loving every track, take a listen.