Sealine

This was a great little resort. We sat on the beach, on grass, under a palm tree and spent the hours reading and sun bathing. Damian, Colleen and John went for a swim as well. The dust storm was a bit of a blessing as I hadn’t realised how much sun I had got. An unhealthy red glow! It could have been in the pacific this resort. The water wasn’t as clear as you would get in the islands but the heat and the resort had a similar feel. There were some differences though. Like my own situation many of the people in Qatar are male and have families in other countries. The gender balance is incredibly out of sync. Friday is the main day off or weekend for many of the men. So what first struck me as we entered the pool area was the absolute lack of any females. Men everywhere, mainly in the pool. Shortly after two young European women came into the area and stripped down to their bikinis. It was fascinating to watch the quite overt glances at these women by most of the men. When we got down to the beach area there were more women. The outfits ranged from Abayas to next to nothing and 100s and 100s of men staring. I could understand why the men came. The women didn’t appear to take offence at the staring.