Hakuna Matata

Two weekends ago, we took a boat trip to the island (yes there are beaches in Kuwait). The guy who owned the boat spoke no English...and also had a striking resemblance to Pumba from Lion King...and I don't mean in a cute cartoon way. The water was actually luke warm which should give you an idea of how bloody hot 116F in Kuwait is. Once we got to the island, I can honestly say I have never been so depressed after seeing sooo many hairy males wearing short shorts bonding in harmony. The bonding is cool but it's depressing because there was not 1 woman...and I'm sure if one of the guys made the mistake of bringing his wife/sister/mother she'd feel like a black guy at a KKK meeting.

However, on a positive note, I have never met guys (the hairy chested pumba type described above) that were soooo hospitable, friendly and caring. AND I know what you're thinking...ITS NOT because I'm American or because I have feminine features. I have seen the way they behave around each other, and I guess it's a real solid brotherly bond and they will treat you the same way if you are open to them. That last sentence can be interpreted figuratively or literally, so don't let your imagination get carried away.

Met a guy from Budapest, another from Hamburg Germany...I think I scare everyone because I talk too damn fast. Got in touch with a buddy of mine who is interning in Riyadh, and might get him to fly down to Kuwait so I can communicate at a pace which I feel comfortable....so much for acclimating. The reason I know this is, is because every time I ask somebody a simple question they say "yes yes very good"...and I have to repeat stuff like "uhhh...could you pass my sunglasses" and then get the same response "yes yes very good".: D

I'm learning a lot, just from working with these Indian guys...it's part of the whole global experience. One of my colleagues spelt the word quotation..."COTASHIN" in an email. I can't even get mad at the bastard for spellcheck on outlook because "cotashin" is actually a bloody word. I work with the client whose response to everything I ask him to do is "Inshallah" which does not mean "Hopefully, God willing" as I learned all these years. Over here it means "I'm not doing it, so don't be a heathen and question my work ethic".

In three weeks...I am convinced that the expression - the grass is greener on the other side was stated by some color blind fuck...what I have concluded is that it's just a different shade of green....might smell different...might feel different...might even taste different if you're feeling a bit rebellious.