an illustrated guide to 30 hours of travel

Chicago O'Hare, Doha's Hamad International Airport, and Kathmandu's Tribhuvan International Airport: a 30+ hour journey.

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	one last American meal of dry chicken, bacon, and ranch.
Doha horizon - not a dusty camera, it really was that hazy.
	National Museum of Qatar, which arrived only 2 years before we did.
"two sedimentary layers of city: old (dusty, low, brown, winding) and dazzling new (tall, gleaming, LED-colored, straight-lined)."
	a strange sentence: we took an Uber to the souq. ashamed, yet relieved, that Uber services Doha.
Souq Waqif, one of the oldest markets in Doha (although, this current incarnation only looks old).
	the animal section was fascinating, beautiful, and sad.
a taxi driver later informed us that the souq was busiest on Friday nights, not Tuesday afternoons.
	women selling food in a plaza just outside the souq's main rows: the only place we visited in Doha where the women outnumbered the men.
dripping down the Corniche (a main avenue along the coast) in a modest feels-like 118°F.
	at 6pm, we realized that the Museum of Islamic Art closed at 7pm. we reached the bottom of the grandiose staircase just outside the main door around 6:35pm...
...and reached the top around 6:45pm. only slightly exaggerating.
	wind provided the only relief from the heat - shade did nothing.
you see the sun in this picture, but I swear it was everywhere.
	an ice skating rink in the middle of a mall - 100% times better as a surprise than a tourist destination. indeed, we only went to the mall because we didn't know where else to go.
evidently, the mall is a popular family-friendly destination for weekday dinners.
	our light-up menu on a Qatari rooftop bar - specifically, the bar atop Marriott Marquis. did you spot the 60 QAR (~$16) poached egg you could add to your salad?
LED + haze = Doha skyline
	obligatory airplane food flatlay of a surprise business-class upgrade. spoiler: this was only the first business-class flight.
mimosa ingredients at 3am?
	jk, no mimosas.
back to Doha. hard to be fazed by technical difficulties when you have on-call food and bev, though.
	another day in Doha, another glimpse of manmade islands.
a second business-class breakfast
	racing the sunset as we flew east to Kathmandu made for some primo cotton candy skies.
please be metal free now. thank you.
	Kathmandu: did you know it's monsoon season?

P.S.: This post was originally supposed to be a photo slideshow, which I'd just cleverly pop into the HTML of this post - jokes on me, I don't know webdev. Please accept some tragically mediocre HTML formatting instead.
P.P.S.: Or maybe Sanic the Hedgehog will make up for it?