Monthly Archives: September 2011

Snapshots of the Journey

Things have been, well, busy here in Kuwait. The weather is certainly getting more mild, welcoming the fall season! (Is there such a thing as ‘fall’ in the desert, though?) Instead of being 120 degrees outside, it’s down to a mild 90! But seriously, the weather is easing up. I can ride my bike in the morning without feeling like someone’s wrapped a wool scarf around my face. I have also actually seen CLOUDS in the sky! There’s been beautiful blue skies speckled with whispy clouds for the past week. It’s amazing the things you notice once you spend a little time in a new environment.

Because of the shorter days, the call to prayer is at different times of the day now, too. It actually woke me up one morning, and THAT was really weird! It was haunting in a beautiful way; I faded in and out of dreams to the sound of a human voice melodically echoing in the darkness. It was strangely poetic and pleasurable. In the States I used to wake up to the garbage truck banging metal and beeping as it backed up. I used to wake up to car horns, police sirens, drunken college kids, and barking dogs. But here, to hear the echoings of the sound of a human voice singing to you… that’s beautiful. And you thought there was no way to glorify drifting in and out of sleep at 4 in the morning : )

Moving on, let’s look at some pictures.

Can anyone enlighten me as to what this hairy fruit is? I bought it for really cheap at the grocery store; Sean loved it’s pulpy-sweet taste, but I thought it tasted like sweat. (Not “sweet,” “s-w-e-a-t”.)

The man of the house, doing the dishes 🙂 I am so lucky! Don’t you love our view out the kitchen window?

Sean is fascinated by the soda here. All of it is in thin, smaller cans. There are not 12 ounce cans here. We bought this Pepsi during Ramadan; the text at the bottom of the can says “Ramadan Kareem”, which means “Happy Ramadan”. Note the crescent moon… the symbol of Islam…

The Green Mosque is in the background, and in the foreground are the players of the next FIFA World Cup ; )

Here we are after dinner at the Souq Mubarakiya (the Old Souq). Everyone you see in the photo teaches at the same school as Sean and I. The food here is SO cheap and delicious! Two people can eat their fill for around $5.00.

I had a date with this guy! Ha, ha, ha. No really, I actually had TWO amazing dates with this guy, and I paid for nothing!

Then Sean and bought half a kilo of dates because that is what he sells. He was a real charmer, though. I think I may go back for another date…

Enough of the puns, sorry. I have actually grown quite fond of dates; so far I’ve baked an orange citrus date bread, and a carmel-date cake! When you use them in baking they actually taste something like a golden cranberry. Sean loves to eat them plain.

Welcome to the fish market!!!

I quickly found out that asking what types of fish they are is completely fruitless until I learn Arabic. The only one I could figure out was tilapia. Apparently all of this fish is caught from the gulf. There were blue crabs, calamari, shrimp, the whole deal. It was quite the reminder that even though we’re in the desert we actually live right on the ocean!

This is Sean’s favorite part of the Old Souq. All the sweets you can possibly imagine! We have been coming here almost weekly to stock up on baklava.

And here is MY favorite part of the Old Souq; all the most delicious bread you can imagine!

And it’s SO CHEAP. We buy bread made fresh right outside of our school for 20 fils for a huge round of flat bread. (20 fils = 9 cents!)

Andrew, Megan, and Sean outside waiting for some freshly-pressed juice.

And thus concludes my tales for tonight about Kuwait. I love this picture because as often as I talk about Kuwait being a desert, look at all that green! There are actually a good number of parks, trees, and landscaped “green spaces”.

As I sit here, typing this blog post, Sean is watching the children’s film “Rio”, which tells the tale of an exotic Brazilian parrot that gets removed from it’s home in the rainforest and transplanted into a northern Minnesota pet store during the dead of winter.

And I can’t stop seeing the irony.

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Dhow In A Day

Greetings, blog readers! It has been much too long—my first full-time, paid position is proving to be quite the commitment!

Today’s post speaks to an adventure we went on about two weeks ago: a trip to the world’s LARGEST dhow. What is a dhow?


“A dhow (Arabic,داو) is a traditional Arab sailing vessel with one or more lateen sails. It is primarily used to carry heavy items, like fruit, along the coasts of the Arabian Peninsula, Pakistan, India and East Africa. Even to the present day, dhows make commercial journeys between the Arabian Gulf and East Africa using sails as their only means of propulsion. Their cargo is mostly dates and fish to East Africa and mangrove timber to the lands in the Arabian Gulf.” (Wikipedia)

In Kuwait, their is a marine museum called the “Boom MarineTime Museum” (“boom” is Arabic for “boat”), which proudly displays the world’s largest dhow in as an honor of the founding of Kuwait as a sea port for merchants.

The boat rests on the gulf, and was never in use. It was built solely as a memoir, or display of what a traditional dhow looked like. All of the wood in the dhow came from Africa and the mast beams came from Oregon pine trees! How cool is that?

(As an aside, I want to remind you, the reader, that by clicking on a photo you can enlarge it for better viewing. Note the beautiful Arabic script in the above picture!)
As we toured the dhow—which was completely free compliments of AISK & the museum—we were in awe of it’s opulence and beauty. The dhow is actually preserved not only for the museum but also as a rental space for private events. Maybe Sean and I should have had a location wedding here instead…

I imagine that cost of renting out this place must be astronomical…

Sean’s favorite part of the dhow tour was the top of the boat… the deck, to be exact 🙂

It’s amazing how much the shade keeps you protected from the heat of the day. I found out that’s why the dishdashas are so appealing (the floor-length white article of clothing men wear); it prevents the sun from hitting your skin and dehydrating you more quickly.


As a matter of fact, I think Sean would look pretty good in a dishdasha 🙂

If you look hard enough at night-time, you can see across the gulf to the glittering city lights of Iraq. (I’m not kidding.)

We had a great time on the dhow. It was amazing to see a cultural aspect of Kuwait such as this.

Yes, these are just for show. No, they are not used anymore.

My friend Megan and I, and the beautiful blue waters of the gulf in the background.

A photo to perhaps put the dhow into better scale for you.

Our friends, Sara and Robb, inside the area that is used for reception of private rentals of the dhow. Nice camels, huh?

One of the most expensive resorts in Kuwait. I asked Sean to get me a membership for Christmas 😉

Our lovely group that took the tour that day! It was a real treat. (Note the painting in the background; it’s depicting the Amir, Crown Princes, and other royalty of Kuwait… tres chic!)

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Kuwait: A Photo Diary


Welcome back to another scintillating sensory experience at the alohakuwait blog! I hope you have your glasses on, contacts in, lighting—uh—good, and your fingertips ready to start a-clickin’!

As an aside, sorry to put a halt to the buildup, but if you haven’t subscribed to the blog and want to be emailed every time I post something new, (which, trust me, doesn’t happen so much that you would EVER receive a deluge of emails. It’s like a biweekly thing) let me explain what it is you need to do. I recommend subscribing because it prevents you from having to actually visit the blog to see if there is a new post. If your internet is as slow as mine is in Kuwait, that would save you a LOT of time! You just receive an email from saying that I posted something new, and you can click on the link to be taken to the page. You are never emailed anything else, just a little note saying there a tantalizing new tidbit of text on my travels ; ) Okay, scroll to the bottom of the page, allllll the way down. Scroll until you can’t scroll anymore. Once you hit bottom, this is what you’ll see:

Click on “Sign me up!” underneath the line “Email Subscription”. All you do is enter your email address and you are done!

All right. Onward. I’d like to devote this post to more of the ‘little things’ of Kuwait that I’ve been lucky to document with my camera. The first of which is a photo of Sean and I, strategically taken by a friend of ours:

I really, really love this picture. It is almost as if we are kept a safe distance apart by some all-knowing, permeating force… hmmm…
The picture above was taking on the world’s largest dhow (boat), that rests on the shores of Kuwait. Our trip to the dhow was amazing, and I have boatloads (hah!) of pictures to share. I look forward to posting about the dhow soon.

Speaking of the dhow, this cafe was right outside the dhow’s entrance. Looks a wee bit like the Starbucks logo, no? I love the witty nature found in a land of no copyright laws!

Our friends Megan and Andrew came over to our place and said they brought drinks. Little did we know that there is actually non-alcoholic Budweiser... Sean liked the 'green apple' flavored ones (the two on the outside of the photo). *Shudder*


Everyone likes to see different currencies! Were you surprised by the English on it? The back is in Arabic. Currently, the exchange rate is 1KD = 3.6USD

I know, I know, I'm sorry for the bathroom humor. Regardless, all of the toilets in Kuwait have the "hiney hose". I bring toilet paper with me in my purse. Rumor has it that the hose is actually quite hygienic though...


A typical "Kim" lunch!

Would you believe I ate this meal at the GROCERY STORE? They have sit-down dining in the deli section! AND, it cost me around $1.75! I tell you, you can’t beat the food here. It’s deelicious! In case you are wondering and do not know, I will describe the contents of this plate to you. At the top, the log-looking things are stuffed grape leaves; they’re filled with a seasoned rice. Sean hates them. We then have a mixed salad with vinagrette, random crunchy things on top, and the mashed-potato looking lump is hummus. YUM!

A typical "Sean" lunch!

I think I give Sean too much of a hard time about eating fast food. I am a victim of their McFlurry’s too…

All right, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you THE GRANDDADDY OF CHOCOLATE.

This is what I bought to do all of my baking with. A bag of Nestle’s here costs around $5.00, while this lovely brick costs the same amount and you could feed my sister for an hour! (Haha, I’m kidding, Emily.) But really, I was so excited to find this at the store; I have made chocolate zucchini bread, chocolate chip cookies, next on the list will be chocolate beer! …A cheesehead can dream, right?

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Friday Market & Pumpkin Spice Lattes…

Before I begin, don’t be fooled. I wish I could speak volumes on the delicious, creamy, frothy, sweet, spiced, fragranced pumpkin spiced lattes that I have had here, but I cannot. While they have just about EVERYTHING you can imagine within a twenty-minute walk (including NERF balls that Sean is planning on using in his classroom… I’ll let him explain), I have been craving those fall flavors that only the Midwestern seasons can provide.

Pumpkin spice lattes, orchard-fresh apples, honey-comb honey sticks, farmer’s market hot spicy cheesy bread, Sunday morning kringle, and of course, the coming season of the Oktoberfests…
It’s official: These are the first things that I miss! (Aside from my family, but inanimate objects are so much easier to put into words.) I have been eating hummus, baklava, stuffed grape leaves, tahini, babba ganoush, and falafel so much that it makes the Middle East Feast at Trader Joe’s look pathetic. But it’s the things that make Wisconsin so very fall-weathery that I miss right now. Thus is the explanation for the latter half of this blog title. Now I shall move on.

Another mantissa that I’d like to treat you to that is Wisconsin-themed is a little surprise I found this morning while walking into the middle school office. Apparently they got their supply shipment over the weekend, and there were at LEAST forty boxes stacked floor to ceiling. The very first thing I saw was scrawled across the front of each box in size 72 blue cursive font, the name “NASCO”. That’s right! All the way in Kuwait they buy their school supplies from Nasco in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin! Below the company name was the line, “Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin”. I, of course, started grinning like an idiot and stopped myself short before I blurted out the most touristy-annoying lines to the poor secretaries who were up to their elbows in tardies. I will bring my camera with me next time to document this phenomenon.  Nasco in Kuwait, I can’t believe it.

Speaking of camera, let’s get on to this post’s photographs! In case you didn’t know—and I just found this out a few days ago—Friday is the holy day in Islam. As a result, our weekends fall on Friday & Saturday, and our first day of the workweek is Monday. That being said, this Friday I went to one of the most interesting places I’d been to so far while in Kuwait, which is called the Friday Market. With the word “market” in it’s title, you’re probably picturing a sand lot with crates of chickens and old refrigerators for sale. Combine that preconception with the State Fair grounds and you’ve got a fairly accurate idea.

It is our goal to leave Kuwait with a real genie lamp someday...

This place was HUGE! It’s an open-air market that sells everything from sunglasses, JLo perfume, Gulf War memorabilia, to used and new furniture from India to China. They also sell some of the most beautiful textiles, carpets, and fabrics I have ever seen.

When you get there, it’s a sensory overload. I immediately headed towards the old guy selling antiques, while Sean stepped back and said to himself, “Let’s take a fair look around and see what this whole place has to offer first.” And I’m glad he stopped me—by the end of our time at the Friday market, we bartered a $100 rug down to $25, I found a beautiful Indian skirt for $3.50, and did my first haggling ever all by myself for some Arabic fabric for our apartment!

Sean courageously toted our new carpet around for two hours in 100 degree heat. You have to snatch up the good deals when you find them!

We swore to ourselves that we’d go back. You can really buy anything you need there, and for a fraction of the price you’d find at any department store. If you look in the picture above, you see large, circular roofs, right? Under each roof is a “genre” of the market. Under one roof is ALL couches and ottomans, under another is ONLY coffee tables, under another is used clothing, under another is only gold, silver, metal, and brass, under another is curtains, under another is household appliances (and I mean ALL household appliances: generators, shower heads, mops, bidets, garbage cans, dish detergent, slippers, you name it), and under ANOTHER is artwork. And that’s just a list I made right now while thinking back on it; that’s only a fraction of what is there.

  There are even little cafes and snack stands inside the market for people to relax and replenish themselves from the heat. Sean and I got an ice cream cone and a slushie for $2.00. What a steal.



All in all, I think the Friday market could be an all-day event. We were only there for a few hours, but with enough water to keep you hydrated, a back-up camera battery, and an open mind, you could stay until dusk.

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Daytime Excursions…

As nice as it is to walk around Kuwait at nighttime, without the sun burning the bridge of your nose and sweating the saliva out of your mouth, there’s something to be said about trekking about during the daytime. The way the colors pop on the painted buildings, the excitement of looking forward to freshly-made felafel, the sensation of transitioning from 112 degrees to an air-conditioned building.

One of the things I love about Kuwait are the surprises that lie around every corner. I know, I know, that sounds cliche, but walk twenty minutes in any direction and you’ll find a Turkish sandwhich shop that you hadn’t known before, a man selling eggplant and dates buy the pound, or someone who tells you you can buy cell phone credits at the bakala on the corner. All places which you never knew existed when you SWEAR you’ve walked the same street before. Or walking into the grocery store and they’re out of toothpaste. Or they have a sale where if you buy three oven mitts you get a free car battery. We love taking an afternoon and just “exploring” Kuwait.

It’s actually fairly pedestrian-friendly; this picture was taken from one of the many overpasses that you can take to get where you want to. (As a side note, if I had been on this bridge during rush-hour, you’d see Kuwaitis make five lanes of cars where there are only three painted… and one driving on the median.)


There are even facilities every few blocks that provide fresh drinking water for people on foot. Of course, some aren’t working, some have a cat sleeping in the water basin, and some are in the shape of genie lamps, but all of that makes them the harder to miss : )

Here’s Sean on one of our treks to the grocery store. It’s a twenty minute walk, and if we bring our backpacks and canvas bags, we don’t even need to take a taxi back! Note the skyscrapers in the background, the rich, green soccer field in the foreground. People here looooove soccer. Children play it in the dead of night in sand lots, or in between apartment buildings like the picture below:

On a particular walk to the grocery store, we take said overpass and decided we wanted to grab some lunch. After a few disappointing minutes in the Titanic Mall of only finding KFCs and McDonalds, we came upon a little cafe-esque place called SWAQ that claimed they sold burgers, shakes, salads, and paninis for around 1.5 KD a meal. (That’s like $5.) Sean was able to get his burger fix, and we split a delicious, nourshing, strawberry shake…


Notice the mayonnaise and fries, not ketchup and fries! (Mom, when you visit, you may want to smuggle a bottle of Heinz around in your purse when we go out to eat…)

Speaking of things I love about Kuwait, it’s not only the surprises that keep me on my toes, but the ambiguity in every day situations. Below is a membership application for a rewards card at the supermarket we frequent…

The funny thing is, that’s all the information we have EVER had to give concerning our address… I’ve heard stories of people ordering Pizza Hut delivery and having to go outside and flag down the delivery guy two blocks away. It seems that most of the businesses (even the visa office at the airport) just ask for the general region you reside in as a fair substitute for an exact address. I’m sure this will prove to be problematic in the future, but that’s a story for another blog : )

Lastly, don’t get me wrong, thinking that Kuwait is made up of burgers, shakes, and air conditioned commercialism. That’s just what you find when you don’t look hard enough…

Today, Sean and I grabbed some lunch at a small place right behind our apartment building that looks like a travel agency to the passerby. Arabic covers the windows, and the walls are lined with maps of the Arab Gulf and the Mediterranean. For only 300 fils (the equivalent of $1 USD) you can have the most delicious, kiln-fired cheesy, meaty (for Sean) pita sandwich overflowing with olives, vegetables, and deliciousness.

If I eat as much as I blog about food, looks like I’ll need to be doing more biking along the Gulf!

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The Working World!

So the last few days have been my FIRST few days as a real-life, full-time, PAID educator. Sean and  I have spent the last twenty-some years pouring over textbooks, writing papers, taking tests, and preparing for the working world, and HERE IT FINALLY IS!

I was hesitant to post a blog about teaching in Kuwait until I had a real “story” to tell, until a coworker shared the following quote:

 “When you discover and provide the service you love, your life becomes fulfilling.” – Dr. John F. Demartini

Honestly, I couldn’t agree more.

I have discovered the service I love, and am now providing it.

I truly feel fulfilled.

It has been crazy, waking up at 5:15am, biking along the gulf for 45 minutes, returning home to get ready, arriving at school at 6:45, leaving school at 4pm, and preparing lessons until I go to bed, but they tell me it only gets easier ; ) Regardless,  I am confident I made the right choice to enter education.

And on top of it all, I LOVE my students!

They are so bright, lively, vivacious, and well-behaved, it’s scary.

It’s my dream come true!

Enjoy a few shots from around school…

To The Left: Lockers. To The Right: Classroom.


One of our friends/coworker at the school entrance.
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Yes, yes, yes – I know, I know. In mere months of the creation of the blog I am writing my first entry. Well, for all of you who have been patiently awaiting the “Sean” half of Kim and Sean’s blog, here it is.


Kitten that followed us for two blocks; we shouldn't have made eye-contact...

Calico, Tabby, Siamese, Abyssinian, Persian, Ragamuffin, ragdoll, shorthair, longhair, wirehair (yes, that’s a cat breed), Bombay, Birman, Egyptian Mau, and my favorite because it seems so cheesy, the “Singapura” from Singapore.

Kuwait has cats! – and not just indoors. These cats are running around uninhibited by any natural predator (other than cars), and multiplying in the thousands. Yes, I know every major city in the states has cats running around, but this is different. I have never seen the amount of cats that live on the streets here. You cannot walk just one block without coming across a gang of cats (Yes, they travel in gangs, picture a cluster of five cats with nunchucks.)

At first I was in disbelief that a cat could survive out here. There is no other animal that I have encountered living here in the desert (except for cockroaches). And yet, there are thousands! How do they do it? It’s over 100 degrees here every day. Forecast for this week Wednesday: 109° Thursday: 113° Friday: 111°. Cats are impressive…

Then I found out about the water – oh the water. Kuwait, albeit surrounded by desert and a saltwater gulf, has a lot of fresh water. Understand, there is no fresh water to be found here naturally. All of the water that people drink has been taken from the Persian Gulf, treated through a process called “desalination”, and made clean and salt-free for us to drink. The whole process is extremely expensive, but when you’re living in the desert, what can you do? There is no natural vegetation in Kuwait. All the plants, trees, grass you see in our pictures are all the result of heavy irrigation from desalinated water. And with that heavy irrigation comes…street cats!

Again, thousands of them. I am so entertained by the mobs of cats running around Kuwait. Some people take them in as pets (mainly westerners) but usually they just stay on the street unless they get run over by a car, which is likely considering the way people drive here. I actually had a cat walk into my classroom today, he wanted some of my cold COLD air conditioning. (Which is another story entirely.)

Kuwaitis do not like pets. They think animals consort with or are actually djinn. “Djinn” or “Jinn” is where the term Genie comes from – think devilish spirit, not Aladdin. Dogs are—absolutely—NOT pets. Islam gave dogs a bad rap and as a result they are seen as very unclean and lowly creatures. Our (western) neighbor has a dog and when she goes out people give her disapproving looks as if she has a rat on her leash instead of a fuzzy canine. Don’t get me wrong, Islam is very good to animals. The Quran tells people to treat animals with kindness.

So, without further ado, here are some pictures that I managed to capture of the hordes of furrowed felines that roam Kuwait.

If you want to see more pictures of those Kuwaiti street cats, there’s a flickr Group Pool dedicated to Kuwaiti Cats here.




With the exception of the lolcats picture, every cat-camera-capture you see here was taken within the course of four days on the streets of Kuwait.











They just seem to be “all-seeing-all-knowing,” don’t they?







My favorite place to photograph cats; outside our living room window. Note the dumpster is empty in this picture…







And full in this one. With two—entirely different—cats scouting for goods!

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Harleys In Kuwait?

Another tidbit from the EEK! magazine (Expat Express Kuwait) ; apparently there is a Harley Davidson store in Kuwait, with a very active social scene… who would have thought?

Thank goodness I didn’t bring Harley any paraphernalia from the Madison store to give as gifts… a conversation I actually had with my dad prior to leaving the states… oh the irony!

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The Land of Contrast

Friends, gather round, and I shall tell you a tale of a brave few souls who traveled through the dark of night facing sifting sands, blowing winds, carnival rides, cotton candy jousts, burqas, and dishdashas to reach a bookstore that the fates had deemed closed.

And if that didn’t seem the least bit odd to you, I will buy you a ticket to Kuwait, for it appears that you belong here more than I do.

A few nights ago Sean received a text from a friend saying: A few of us are heading to the teacher bookstore at 8pm. Meet in front of building #2 if you’re interested. We thought to each other, “Yeah, I need some filing folders, some sticky-tack, and some popsicle sticks, that sounds like a good plan. Let’s go.” So we all set out, a group of seven, to the bookstore named Jareer. Our friend in charge said it’d be a twenty-minute walk, but we didn’t mind. We wanted to see more of our neighborhood.

Our first stop was at the “Titanic Mall”, which claims to have been built with the same dimensions and specifications that the Titanic itself was crafted. I don’t buy it; I think an expat dreamed that up while sitting at the Starbucks in the center of the mall writing a blog very much like this one. Regardless, it was a beautiful mall. Sean had control of the camera at the time, and the only photo we managed to take was of this spa, who’s name Sean found particularly amusing:

After our jaunt in the Titanic Mall (and a brief stop for some gelato…) we continued on to Jareer, crossing a bridge that our guide said, “It kinda sways when you walk across it. It could very well collapse, but there’s a first time for everything. Or should I say, a last time for everything.” Sure enough, sway the bridge did, and scream did I.

Once across the death highway, we came upon a music store that Sean wanted to stop it. Not wanting to delay the group, I said to our guide, “Sean and I want to stop here, so where exactly are you going? We can catch up.” Without a moment’s hesitation, he pointed across a megaparking lot full of cars, to a mock castle that seemed to house a carrousel, Ferris wheel, carnival rides, fireworks, loud music, dry ice, and lots and lots of children. “The bookstore’s right in there.”

I looked at Sean and thought, “I guess we can wait on the music store.”

Whoever dreamed of putting the largest bookstore and teaching supply store in the center of a six-flags/carnival/playland should be awarded a Nobel prize. Children should actually be DENIED books until they can win at Skee-ball. Maybe there’d be some twisted reverse psychology at work.

Anyways, once inside the castle-o-fun, we passed a pet store. It being the first pet store I’d seen in Kuwait, I had to take a peek. (What follows is not for the faint of heart.)

My sister explained to me on Skype that this process is actually a dye that is injected into the eggs before they hatch.

Cruel Thought: What happens when a snake eats a red chick and a yellow chick? Does his tongue turn orange?

What happens when "cute-barbie-baby-bunny" gets too big for it's cage and outfit?

Turns out, that in Islam most animals are seen as dirty and evil, and seldom do people have pets. These pet stores targeted another demographic of people, but certainly not me.

Moving on, we entered the castle, passed the hybrid pet store, gawked at the carnival rides that were blasting American rap exploding with profanities (which doesn’t really matter when the words f**k or n*gg*r don’t mean anything in Arabic, right? It’s like hearing a song in French where people are swearing left and right. I surely wouldn’t know or care.) It was just strange to see families lounging and playing while Jay-Z and 50 Cent were condemning society on surround sound.

Okay, okay, you’re probably saying, “So where is the bookstore?” Well, remember how I claimed at the start of this exposition on Arabian nights, that the fates had deemed it not to be?

Yes, it was closed. It was the first day after the end of Ramadan, which is called “Eid,” and it like the equivalent of Christmas Day to Muslims. The adventure park was open, but nobody was going to be buying anything to edumucate themselves on a night such as this.

So, thus concludes the tale of our trip to Jareer. We still haven’t been back. I did get to participate in the age-old tradition of cheering on the tilt-a-whirl as Arabic music played and spinal injuries incurred.

Sean still claims he has a tale about felines for you… Until then, I wish you all the best. Maybe those of you in the education field can bring this idea of combining fun & learning into your communities?

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