The shits

"R&R has been better than expected. Two days ago we went to the Persian Gulf to go to the beach at a private resort. We were throughly grilled on wearing long pants, long sleeves, and not eating/drinking/smoking during daylight. The R&R staff turns us over to our Qatari drivers (Qatari tourism company) and we hop into the SUVs. Our driver, Azmg, is eating a bagel and drinking coffee. It's 0900, the sun has been up for hours. I am the only one that laughs out loud at the absurdity. I point to his bagel and ask "no Ramadan?" He grins and says "not practical, this is the desert." So it turns out despite the 10 or so briefings we've had since we've been here, that Qataris are just as secular as Iraqis and not the fascist wahhabis I'd made them out to be. Azmg listens to the most gangsta hip-hop with the bass thumping the entire trip, which was interesting because Qatari traffic is interesting. There are no stop lights, just traffic circles. The person with the most balls goes first at the traffic circles, which is highly chaotic. We have a 4 SUV convoy and they blocked off the traffic circles the same way we block off traffic on the MSR in Iraq. The first time he did it, Azmg turns to me and goes "See? Just like American Humvee. Move bitch, get out my way hoe.""
Fobbits need Ice Cream

American culture on the move. But damn never drink the water.