Among the first orders of business in Qatar, according to my son, was to visit the sand dunes and the beach. We set Friday the 12th as the day to take care of one or the other of those visits. I spent the week trying to settle on the details, but Friday came and I still had no plan.
We serve a loving God, though, and He took good care of us. After church we were invited to Fuddrucker's for lunch, where we were invited to a dune-driving desert dinner deal with several families. After lunch, we ran by the house, changed into sand-friendly attire, scavenged together some drinks and snacks, and caravanned south to Sea Line Resort. We didn't actually go into the resort; we parked our car there, hopped into a 4WD mini-SUV with another family, and drove a few km south across the sand dunes to their favorite campfire spot: a 10-meter-high dune overlooking the beach on one side and the rest of the dunes on the other. We slid down the dunes on snowboards and heavy plastic sheets, played on the beach, cooked over the fire (had to bring all the firewood with us!), sang a few songs, and had great fellowship. Many of those present were Germans, so I was able to dust off my [limited and rusty] German just a bit. My boy had a ball, of course. They try to do that once a month during the pleasant months of the year (October through March or April, generally), so we'll have to make that a regular outing.
Posted by jon at December 15, 2003 10:55 PM