This is the last and most extreme part of my vacation. After Georgia, I returned to Armenia for half a day and already at night I successfully flew to Qatar in the early morning. The next flight back home was scheduled for the night, so I had a unique opportunity to either die from the hellish heat outside or spend 20 hours in the airport under air conditioning. Both options were not suitable, so I decided to rent a cheap hotel for the day, park my suitcase and rest. At 10-11 in the morning I decided to walk around the neighborhood - but the whole city was empty, on Fridays by some religious custom the first half of the day in Qatar no one works - everyone is praying. And on the street at this time +45 and I returned to the room in 30 minutes in a state close to fainting.
Empty and extremely hot
After noon, things start to come alive a bit - cars appear on the streets, stores open, but it's still hot. It becomes possible to order an air-conditioned Uber and go shopping in cool shopping centers. After sunset it becomes possible to even walk on the street, but it is still very hot and very humid.
I can't imagine how people endure such heat, especially construction workers.
Before the oil era, skyscrapers must have looked something like this
A very old market
But I didn't find anything more interesting than trinkets there, mostly fabrics and national clothing
An ordinary underground pedestrian passage in marble.
The day is over and here I am at the airport, tired and sitting at the gate. The next moment - I open my eyes, 5 minutes before the flight, there is no one at the gate. To put it mildly, I got upset, ran after the airport staff, but it was too late. The flight was moved to another gate in a completely different part of the airport, and I didn't make it in time. This hour and a half of sleep cost 800 dollars - it cost so much to replace my ticket to Montevideo with a ticket to Buenos Aires, because there were no other options left. Already four or five hours later, I'm on a plane to São Paulo
Wars in African countries make for strange routes.
So I ended up in São Paulo to run all over the airport again looking for my luggage. Somewhere between Qatar airways and Latam my luggage didn't make it through and I didn't want to be checked in for a long time. I accepted the loss of my suitcase and by nightfall I reached Buenos Aires, wasting time at the airport as much as I could, because I had to be on the other side of the city - at the port - in the early morning. There were no tickets for the morning flights to Montevideo, so the ferry was the only right solution. It's 4am, I'm in the Argentine port, I look at my ticket and see a different address, I'm upset.
Somewhere near the ports of Buenos Aires.
I try to call a cab, catch a hitchhiker somewhere along the road, and struggle to get to the right address. I wait for the terminal to open only to find out that the first address was correct, but what is written in the electronic ticket is a mistake. I get frustrated again and try to catch something by the road, but at first I attract interest only from stray dogs. In the end I arrive at the familiar port, pass customs control and the ferry at a speed of 100km/h takes me to the familiar and familiar Montevideo. A day's rest and then back to work.
In 2 days the lost suitcase is brought to the house - which unlike me managed to visit Chile for some reason judging by transportation stickers. Perhaps it is good that the suitcase was lost in Brazil, because it would have been much harder to run between ports with such cargo.
And this is the teddy bear sitting at the airport