Qataris carry their history on their backs. Unlike every city I have been too in the west, where history is kept in the design of buildings, street plans, old parks, Doha has very little of this (that I saw). It has grown so inorganically in the past 10 years that the most historically and culturally accurate aspects of Doha are its people. I enjoyed myself immensely, thank you.
The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration – all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified. The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The seventh cup – ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither. ~Lu Tung, “Tea-Drinking”