Some brief thoughts on Kuwait City...

Upon arriving in the Middle East I had a layover in Kuwait City. Being the typical American, all I really knew about Kuwait was that Saddam attempted to invade the country in the early 90's. I wasn't there long, but I am able to offer a few observations:

1. A minibar without alcohol is not a minibar...its just a mini refrigerator with lame ass non-alcoholic beer!
2. The country smells like dust and Oil, that's it folks...dust and oil.
3. Lot of men walking around, but very few women. I am not sure of the social implication here (oppressed gender), but it is noticeable.
4. When you think of Kuwait, think Khaki.
5. No OSHA - this place is a huge fine waiting to happen.
6. Transportation Security Administration - Nothing close!
7. Everyone smokes. Seriously, everyone, everywhere....even in an elevator.

Unfortunately, I did not get to get out much, so my impression of the city and country is pretty limited.

Going, going, gone...

It may have taken a little longer than expected, but I am finally in the middle east. I am currently in Kuwait City awaiting the puddle jumper (dune jumper?) that will shuttle me for the last leg of my trip into Baghdad. Early this morning I took a walk around the city, then ran back and quickly started to put down some thoughts - oh yeah, its different over here - but something else was on my mind.

Maybe I am already getting a bit home sick, or perhaps I am a bit anxious about the new job, but since leaving DC Monday night, my family and friends have been at the forefront of my mind. Oh, now don't go thinking I'm getting all sappy, on the contrary, I am enjoying the experience but I keep thinking how much more fun it would be if Michael, Stephanie, Colleen, my sisters, or even my mother were with me to share this experience. By nature, I am not a loner; I thrive around others. So, that said, I will you all were here.


I am also posting some pictures of family and friends that took time out of their lives to stop by and have a drink or dinner before I headed out. In particular, special props to Michael and Stephanie whom had to endure several long nights out and Connie, Michelle, and Colleen for driving halfway across the country to see me off.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/89974963@N00/sets/72157602467692667