And then there was a layover

If you didn't take a moment to think about it for yourself, 

let me tell you something: Myanmar is far away. 

Hence, there was a lot of piling onto planes.

After our New Year's celebration, in the wee hours of New Year's Day, we returned to our Airport Inn for a brief nap, before heading to the airport for our next destination: an overnight layover

that included this beautiful thing

[at which my heart leaped when I entered my room].

In Doha, Qatar, we were,

put up in a nice hotel with vouchers of all kinds.

After lunch, after resting, after getting ourselves a "refreshment", 

we set out, to see what there was to see.

And what we saw--
as we walked for hours in the balmy and cool sea air
--was beautiful:

We entered the market, enjoying all the interesting sights and smells,

when suddenly what to our wondering ears should appear but a tunnel of sound and a million chirping avian things:

[I have never heard anything like it...

and this video is only a minuscule bit of it...]

There were some other things to see as well,

such as these little dressed bunnies,

plus more typical goods in pockets of sellers,

spread around through wandering alleyways.

There were places to sit, 

to eat,

to smoke a little hookah [if that were your thing...].

I soaked it all up,

and loved every second of it.

But when we returned to that cushy hotel,

I crashed myself quite gratefully down to sleep,
before the next early morning
[or whatever time I was really existing in] flight,
on our way to home.