With over five years under my belt as a management consultant specialising in change management, you think I’d be well-practised at dealing with change by now. Not so. As is usually the case in life, I am great at dishing out advice but not so good at taking it myself.
The best I can do at the moment is take things one day at a time.
Change is made easier to deal with of course, when the things that are new to you are actually pretty damn cool.
Those of you who have read my posts about my last days in London will know that I get pretty excited by new and interesting restaurant concepts (when they’re accompanied by delicious food of course!). And the place we visited on Wednesday evening didn’t disappoint.
It wasn’t the warmest evening – not much more than 20 degrees, which now feels positively freezing (sorry Brits, I know you are experiencing a lot worse right now)! so I popped on my favourite snuggly snakeskin leggings and a blazer
And we headed down the road to the Intercontinental Hotel.
Fish Market is situated on the beach, with a large terrace overlooking the glistening sea and bright lights of Doha city.
We were greeted by the friendliest of waiters who invited us to go and ‘shop’ for our meal inside. Intrigued, we headed in to the restaurant to find huge displays of shellfish…
freshly caught fish…
And vegetables, all neatly displayed with little descriptions of what it all was.
One of the chefs walked us through what was on offer and his recommendations, and feeling a bit like kids in a candy shop, we chose from the selection in front of us, discussing sauces and cooking techniques as we went.
In the end, we plumped for a filleted grilled sea bass with lemon and garlic, and a steamed red snapper with ginger, lime and chilli, accompanied by a selection of vegetables in oyster sauce.
While we waited for the chefs to do their stuff, we were treated to a little amuse bouche
And some freshly baked Arabic Bread
…And when the main event finally arrived, it didn’t disappoint.
This plate of food was so tasty that it lasted all of about 50 seconds.
Afterwards, we went for a stroll along the beach and discussed plans for Rich’s day off the next day.
Having spent much of my first month here going out to hotels and nice restaurants, we decided it was time we headed out to see a bit of the ‘real Doha’.
On Thursday evening, we jumped in a cab and set off for Souq Waqif.
This Souq, whose name literally translates as ‘the standing market’ has been around in one form or another for centuries. It is the place where the Bedu (tribesmen) would bring their sheep, goats and wool to trade for essentials. By a decade ago, the Souq had grown out of hand and had become a scruffy warren of concrete alleyways. It was condemned for destruction when some bright spark spotted its tourist potential. Thankfully, they persuaded the powers that be that it just needed a bit of work first, and it has now been cleverly redeveloped to resemble a 19th Century Souk with mud-rendered shops and exposed timber beams.
Such was the success of this venture, that the Souk is now one of Doha’s most popular tourist destinations.
We had a wander down a few of the alleys and eventually settled in Le Gourmet for some traditional Arabic food
Followed by a lot of shisha.
Tigger the cat dropped by to chill for a bit.
Until he ditched us for some people who were more likely to give him some food. So fickle.
When we got up again, we found that our legs had turned to cement, and it was about all we could manage to stroll the final 200 metres back through the winding market streets to our taxi
With a quick cuddle with this little fluffball en-route.
(Yes, that is pure, desperate, slightly creepy love in my eyes…and no, I wasn’t allowed to take him home).
The guy (I am presuming he was a guy, this is Doha after all) who proposed the development of Souk Waqif before it was knocked down is a bit of a legend in my book, with a great philosophy on change.
I’m excellent at this when it comes to my wardrobe. Now to try it on other aspects of my life.