It's Friday. Thank Allah.
Weekends can be a little treacherous in this desert city. You've heard about our dark villa that sometimes feels like it's sucking the fun-ness out of us as we contemplate all the things we can't walk to. Kathy and I can't seem to remember on Thursday nights that Kaiya still gets up at "get ready for school" timing - even on weekends. We can't seem to find a balance between sitting at home wishing you were all here with us, and doing Doha - big events, big stuff, big plans and being overwhelmed and exhausted by it. The in-between, casual visits and low-key plans are very illusive.
And so began our day.
We had no plans for the morning. We had stayed up too late. Kaiya woke up early. It's stinking hot. Enter the weekend frustration that quickly turns our Fridays sour. Good thing Kath tried something different today.
I had had a really busy week with a couple of late nights. I was exhausted. And so today Kathy took our monkey downstairs for breakfast while I got to sleep until nine. When I finally woke up - rested, it was my turn.
When in doubt, we Epps like to drive. So I suggested a drive. That's all I had to do.
By ten-thirty we were in the truck heading towards Al-Wakra. After a meandering drive we arrived in the small fishing town and Kathy remembered a post by kooki giving directions to the beach there. A few round-abouts and u-turns and we arrived at the most beautiful beach we've seen. Fuwayrit is really nice. But al-Wakra has a few tricks up its proverbial sleeve, not least being that's it's much closer. (Check out kooki's post for a great description of the beach).
The water was warm and really clear. There was no garbage!!!! The tide was out (but moving in quickly) creating what Kaiya and I called "our own private islands". And it wasn't busy.
Into the water we went. We hadn't planned on swimming (we hadn't planned on anything really), so we didn't have bathing suits. Off came Kaiya's clothes and the fun began. I spun her around in the water as her makeshift underwear-bathing suit precariously held on. Giggles and squeals, a sopping wet four-year-old, wet feet for Kathy and the morning was saved. Water and sun, and the rest of the day couldn't go wrong.
Here are some photos before the clothes came off.
|C'mon dad! Mom's doing the walking far away into the water thing again!|
|at the edge of her own private island|
And for the record, we did see a truck parked on a sandbar that looked a little isolated when we arrived. By the time we left 45 minutes later - it looked like the truck had about 200 meters to go to get back to dry land. The tides are indeed "stealthy".
It turned out to be a fantastic day. The beach was incredible. Less than an hour after we arrived we had to rush off because Kaiya had a birthday party to go to. Take-out for dinner, and Kaiya's heading to bed right now. A good Friday. Good enough that Kath and Kaiya might head back to our new found favourite beach again tomorrow while I go into work to proctor and mark an entrance exam.