Extreme weather

The month of May in Doha means we are now technically in Spring.  Summer begins around the middle of June. So, having said that,  the weather here this week has been around 42 degrees all week, (for my North American friends thats about 107). Yes, that’s right, 42……all week, and they tell me it’s only the beginning. I’ve heard from the locals that it doesn’t get “really” hot until July, and in August once it gets to 50 you just stop looking at the temperature as it all becomes irrelevant, it’s just hot. Many times this week I have thought back to the day G and I were married in my hometown, it was a delightful 46 degrees with what we call a hot north wind. Hmmm sounds romantic doesn’t it. I remember heading to the hairdressers that morning and having at least 5 locals ask me with a grin “hot enough for ya?”.

The thing about being an expat is you have to always be open to the locals wanting to completely take the mickey out of you regarding the weather. Canada comes to mind when I think about having absolutely no idea what I was in for. When meeting anyone in Calgary, after establishing where we were from, the first question was always “have you been through a winter here yet?” This is when Canadians will do either of two things, smirk knowingly and wish you the best of luck or feel sorry for you and decide to educate you on just how freaking cold you are about to be.

What has been interesting so far is the similarities of opposing extremes of living just beside the Rocky’s of Canada or the Deserts of Qatar. In Canada I complained about the hot water taking so long to get hot (icy cold water from the taps) and in Qatar I no longer have a need for hot water as the cold tap is warm enough on it’s own. In Canada we left our cars running while we raced in to the store  in fear of our engines freezing, in Qatar we leave it running in fear of the contents our cars exploding in the heat.

Lessons already learnt, do no leave your lipstick in the car unless you would like to drink it. Do not attempt to walk the beagle in the middle of the day unless you plan to carry it home. Do not tell a local  “it’s really starting to get hot” unless you wish to be ridiculed. HOT?! Ha! This isn’t hot?!

Of course the little travelers are oblivious.  The little travelers appear to be completely weather resistant. I have watched them swim in lakes that were recently frozen, ski in minus 25 temperatures for hours and complete snow rolls after getting out of the hot tub without the assistance of 20 beers (something we adults usually need in preparation for the event).

On Friday afternoon, I watched the little travelers bounce in a bouncy castle for about two hours, it was around 43 degrees. Being the stella mother that I am, every fifteen minutes or so I would stick my head out of the air conditioned house with a Corona in my hand and enquire about their well being. Before you judge, they were wearing sun screen!

I look forward to the experience of desert temperatures and learning more horror stories of the heat and once I’ve been here for awhile I just can’t wait to ask a sweltering newcomer “hot enough for ya?”

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