Saturday, November 27, 2010


I've always been of the Mike Ryoko school of travel: all folk wisdom comes from taxi drivers. So getting into a cab is getting into a conversation. And here in Qatar, the first topic almost always is Doha's famous Zig-Zag towers:

source: Flikr

And the punchline usually is identical: "Do the elevators zig-zag too?"

Obviously not, but rumor has it the towers -- which are apartments -- are a poor place to live--even at "ghetto prices".

Like everything in Qatar, the Zig-Zag towers today are dolled-up with signage exhorting success in Qatar's bid to host the 2022 World Cup. Here's the towers now (forgive my poor night-time snapshot from a cell-phone camera):

Nice plumage, the Qatari football Zig-Zag.


A_Nonny_Mouse said...

I read the article by that poor lady who was stuck living in the towers until her lease is up.

Interesting comments, too. The Great Islamic Schism is displayed clearly: Apparently she went to the exercise room during ladies' hours, expecting the advertised staff to be on duty (bot nobody was supervising). She wound up being harassed and photographed by some Saudi youths, and complained about it in her write-up. Some of the comments sympathized with her, others were of the fundamentalist mindset that "The only good Muslim woman is a COVERED Muslim woman and why didn't you have your husband with you -- you slut???"

God bless America and our freedom to offend and be offended, and our "Oh, well, it's a free country -{sigh}- " attitude.

Warren said...

These guys have their own building?

OBloodyHell said...

I want to see someone do the building in RAH's And He Built A Crooked House -- especially if it's in an earthquake zone... just to see if it'll manage to fold itself...


OBloodyHell said...

> These guys have their own building?

You have to be 21 years of age to enter a site about cigarette (ahem!) papers?

Oh, noooozzz, the kiddies might start smoking because they read about dem eeeevil ciggie papers!!


Carl said...


I don't know how I failed to make the Crooked House connection--now, every time I pass the building, all I can think of is Heinlein.