The Qatar Collection.


The Qatar Collection.
In 2001 I was twenty three years old and completely rudderless. I had no idea what I wanted to do or be and felt totally underwhelmed by life in small town Scotland.
And then my dad got an exciting new job in Doha, the capital city of Qatar. It was a country I’d barely even heard of, let alone knew anything about. Nevertheless, it wasn’t a difficult decision to fly out there and get my first taste of life as an expat in a foreign country.

The Qatar Collection.
I’ll never forget the excitement of being on that almost deserted Qatar Airways flight. In fact, I had an aisle of seats all to myself, and what felt like a private desert sunrise as we began our descent into Doha.
That subsequent year in Qatar was amazing, producing a lifetime of memories and setting me in good stead for the nomadic years ahead.

The Qatar Collection.
Documenting this period of my life has been a lot of fun. When I think back on those days, there are memories of luxury accommodation, burning desert heat and Qatari football. Of unique teaching challenges, a mentally unbalanced colleague and the world’s wackiest taxi driver.

The Qatar Collection.
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