We had a pleasant but strange drive back from the track just before 5AM this morning. The sun was rising to our left, barely perceptibly at first, but the soft blow glow on the horizon grew stronger as we approached downtown Doha. I was sorry we’d missed the morning call to prayer: I quite like hearing it when I’m not trying to sleep. Few things about Qatar sum up how far from home we are like that electrified chanting floating on the air.
Being on the grid for the first time was great and I have lots to write about being there. But we’re about to leave for the airport and the long trip home, so I will get to telling my tales on the plane. Unless I end up sitting next to Nicky Hayden. Hey, last year it was Mika Kallio, so it could happen, right?
