When I first moved to Doha over 8 years ago, the thing that terrified me most was the 'roundabout'.
It's no surprise, seeing as how roundabouts are a relatively foreign concept in Canada. Before moving to Doha, I think I might have seen one once in a documentary on Quaker villages.
Oh, and there was that ONE roundabout in Halifax. (The one that managed to stump a city of 100,000 people for at least 10 years running.)
My natural instinct as I drove through them in early Doha days was to close my eyes and pray. I'm not here to say that's the right or the wrong way to go about it, but I'm still here to tell my tale, so it can't be all that bad a strategy, can it?
The last two nights, it's taken me about 1 hour and 45 minutes to make it back home from the office. The 12-km trek takes me through 3 roundabouts, each one a tangled mess. As I closed my eyes and prayed my way through them tonight, I was once again reminded of early Doha days.
Once again, I've decided to turn to Kiddo's Sharpies to artistically display my frustration and my confusion at Doha driving. I give to you 'The Art of Doha Roundabouts'.