Katja and Arne's travel stories

14.08.15 Part one

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Doha, arrival at 5 in the morning, but it’s 10 in Bali. 

We both got a decent sleep on the plane. I drew a golden ticket and got a seat with no seat in front. Everybody know there’s no such thing as a free lunch, so we were surrounded by infants. Yay! 

During the flight I chose to view it like I was rewarded with such a seat for enduring the crying, not punished by crying for getting a good seat. Always look on the bright side of life.

Doha is voted number one airport in the Middle East. It’s one of these places where there’s no natives working. Everyone doing anything remotely work related are imported for just that purpose. Qatar is hosting the world championship in football in a few years and the number of deaths in building the stadiums are bad. Corruption in FIFA made this possible, given the fact the matches will be played in fifty degrees. Insanity.

We get a cup of coffee and a little freshly cut fruit while waiting for our next flight. Katja even found a toothbrush and toothpaste from our first flight on this trip. Brilliant! Getting my teeth brushed was like drinking water from a cold mountain spring while gurgling lotus flower. Aaaaaah…

Three hours wait and then off on the last leg to Oslo. Better to stay awake on this one to work against the jetlag.

There’s lots of boy and girl scouts here. I guess an international jamboree just ended somewhere.


“Roses are red. Mud is brown. ‘Round here we party with the radio up and the tailgate down.”

– Earl Dibbles Jr.

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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