I got a flat. I was driving at neck break speed (as I've learned to do here) on the way home from work. It was about 12:00 noon. I had just turned right onto a 80km/h road when I had (HAD TO) blow my nose. I reached for a kleenex when all of a sudden I felt a bump. That bump was the right side of the road - a bit closer to me than a few seconds before the nose blowing.
Now, I have never driven on a flat before. I have had a flat before, but parked without realizing it, returned some time later to see the flat tire. After the bump I could feel a slight pulling of the steering wheel to the right. Honestly, I wanted to get as close to home as possible (I would be scolded a bit for this later on).
As I drove the pulling to the right and a strange noise got louder and louder. I thought "Oh crap..." There were a few more round-a-bouts to navigate before arriving home. I decided to pull off before one of them and assess the situation.
Sure enough I had a flat on the front right tire. I did not freak out. I calmly called just about everyone in my cellphone address book - nobody answered. My husband was at work, so I just texted him a message.
As I waited outside my car, calling people and looking at the completely flat tire a white SUV pulled up. Two Arab men in thobes were inside the SUV. The one in the passenger seat said, "You have a flat?" to which I replied, "Yes, could you help? I have the spare in the trunk..." The one who spoke said they would call for help and both motioned for me to get in the SUV with them, but I smiled and said, "No thank you. I'll wait with my car."
I waited for about 5 minutes and began to think that they had forgotten about me. However, I was relieved that the SUV pulled up again. They said, "We will fix it." I was glad that I could stop calling people (who didn't answer their phones and/or didn't have their phones turned on).
I watched as they worked together and skillfully changed the flat. The one who spoke explained that I should not drive on the spare for too long. I nodded that I understood. I also threw in for good measure that my husband would figure things out when I got home. (I seem more inclined to say, "I'M MARRIED!" here than anywhere else....)
After they were finished I said probably three times, "Thank you!" to which the one who spoke English said, "It is no problem. It is out duty."
Really, I wanted to tell them that after EIGHT MONTHS in Qatar they were not only the first Arabs that I had spoken with outside of work and my classes, but also the first to show any of the hospitality that this region is so known for..... However, I simply said, "Thank you!" again and was on my way.
That whole experience gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling because I had actually had an exchange with "locals" but on the other hand it made me realize just how walled up it is here. I say walled up because the way the people live in compounds with walls all around their homes is very much symbolic and representative of the relationships that I have not been able to make with the people here.
Maybe I'm not trying enough to meet and be friends with Qataris. Or maybe (this could be the biggest reason) I am the on who wants to build a wall between me and Qataris because I'm so incredibly frustrated and exhausted after trying to teach my students......
Until next time,
WW