I am feeling weird in Qater. I have Jet Lag. The plane donned a sign advertising the importance of moving the legs or else the feet will swell.
Swell is a hideous word and I moved my legs.
Upon arrival all passengers moved to the transfer station and there was a problem, we were stuck in a line and the men became angry. The temperature rose with their body heat. Fingers were pointed into faces. Security was called several times. This could be normal culture, a more direct style of confrontation over saving face. More likely a conditioned airport response.
In the Qatar airport some women take the form of black burkas. More than I expected. They are like birds shuffling around, parallel to their husbands dressed in white robes.