Thursday, August 2, 2007

The 40 Theives- # 64

I recently visited Colorado Springs, Colorado. If you have visited my blog before, you know I love to smoke shesha. I was very happy to find The 40 Theives Hookah Lounge. The atmosphere was chill and relaxing, and the shesha was great! They had one of the brands that I like to smoke here in Kuwait. If you are ever in the Springs, I highly recommend that you visit The 40 Theives to smoke some shesha. Thanks 40 Theives for giving me a touch of Kuwait as I visited the US!!

Below are pics of the manager and others enjoying the tastey treat that is shesha...

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Escaping the Desert Heat

I had to write a descriptive essay for a class, so I wrote about the trecherous heat of Kuwait. Just in case you were wondering what the weather is like here.... well, here it goes:

Escaping the Desert Heat
By Marcia

Kuwait’s summer heat is calamitous. The average temperature is 45 degrees Celsius, but a reading of 54 degrees Celsius is common. The moment one steps outside, the sun’s rays are attacking at full force.

It is difficult to breath. The air is dry, and causes your throat to tighten. The sun is overly coruscating, blinding the eyes. The sun instantaneously depletes your energy, making it difficult to get the motivation to do anything. It’s smart to wear long sleeves to protect the skin, but that only instigates the personal sauna made by your own sweat. Moisture is begging for release, opening every pore in the body. Beads of water escape, trickling down the hair line and small of the back. The level of discomfort has risen; along with being hot, you are now sticky too. Clothing clings to the body. There’d be more room for air to circulate if you’d have painted your wardrobe on that morning.

Across the way, a gentle breeze moves the branches of a palm tree. They sway back and forth as if dancing the hula. Grateful, you anticipate the possibility of cooling down just a little. You quickly regret the invitation to tango with the breeze, as it feels like 17 hair dryers have been set on you. This must be what it feels like to walk through fire.

The next possibility of relief: a glass of iced water. The content of the glass is screaming to get out. As condensation collects outside the sacred H2O holder, it scampers down your arm, and a trail is left where the salty sweat previously resided. In one gulp it’s gone… if only it were a bigger glass. Determined to relieve the sensation of having eaten a package of cotton balls, as mucus collects at the back of the throat, you pour another. The excitement of the cold beverage, or perhaps the quickly depleting hydration, causes some of the content to accidentally spill onto the concrete. It evaporates quicker than sadiki in a dry country. For a moment the water has helped, but only long enough for your pores to release the recently consumed fluids.

As defeat sets in, you realize that you cannot win this battle with the heat, and you seek shelter indoors. Luckily you are just outside your flat… ahh, sweet air conditioning. The only thing that will hurry this cooling process along is a cold shower. Still sweating, the clothing is pealed off. One by one it falls to the floor, much like a wilting flower loosing its petals. As you step into the running water, you notice that you resemble a cinnamon-sugar cookie thanks to the powdery sand and sweat mixture. The foreseen cool down is a let down, as the “cold” water has a burning effect on the skin. Adjusting the water temperature, you learn that the coldest water available is already pouring out of the spout. The water tank is located outside and has had all day to boil its water. The disappointing shower is swiftly finished. You dry off and redress in fresh clothing. Soaking in the air conditioning, you’re finally able to gain relief from the treacherous heat. The current cup of water is much more enjoyable than the last two. With this one, it is not necessary to battle with the sun to consume it before it dissipates.

After relaxing and recouping from the earlier day’s adventure of stepping outside, hunger pains shoot through the stomach. Rounding up what’s left of your energy, and craving the Naif Chicken across the street you are ready to venture out again. The sun has set, so Kuwait’s earth must have cooled down. The elevator ride down twelve flights is stuffy and the fan running inside doesn’t do its only job. The doors open, and you make it across the air conditioned lobby. As you step outside, the heat again takes your breath away. Ten paces are taken before the process starts again. Remembering that the restaurant delivers, you quickly retreat to your frigid oasis. As you open the door, you burn your hand on the sun baked handle- just another reminder that Kuwait’s summer keeps everything blistering hot, even after nightfall. The 20 minute chicken delay is more than worth it!

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Thank you all for visititing my Photo Blog. I will no longer be posting photos daily, but will post periodically. Thanks again for visiting!

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

New Houses- # 63

This is a new housing area being built. Each "building" is a house. They are HUGE!! The colored ones are finised.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Strays- # 62

These are stray kittens that we fed french fries to at Johnny Corino's the other day. They were happy, but when they come back for more fries, I'm not sure the restaurant will be!

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Johnny Corino's- # 61

The other day, some friends and I enjoyed lunch at Johnny Corino's. We ate outside and enjoyed the wonderful weather. In Kuwait, the weather is either freezing cold or scorching hot; right now we are in that nice little two week period where the weather is beautiful.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Kuwait Towers at Night- # 60

This photo is of the Kuwait Towers at night. They way they are lit, reminds me of the Jetsons cartoon.

Thank you for visiting my blog. I am so sorry I haven't been able to post for the past two days. My computer is rejecting life right now, we are currently in the process of resuscitating it.. so please bear with me till I get it fixed. I will be posting when I can access a computer (hopefully everyday). Again, thanks for visiting!!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Flags- # 59

This statue is in Salmiya. Its a little rusted, but I like how the flags are wound aroung the pole.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Curiousity- # 58

Which one is more interested??

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Wheely- # 57

Walking to a restaurant, I came across this boy practicing his wheelies on his bike. He was a sweet kid, and was more than happy to show off for the camera. The road he was on was fairly long; he impresively could ride the entire strip doing a wheely.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Welcome- # 56

This sign is found in the southern part of Kuwait near the Saudi Border.

Ray of Sunshine - # 55

No Photo-No Filming- # 54

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Giant Teddy Bears- # 53

While walking throught the mall, we saw these two kids carrying stuffed bears that were bigger than them. We stopped them for a pic, then were on our way....

Monday, March 19, 2007

Snake for Sale- # 52

Also at the Friday Market (see previous day's post), was a snake on display to be sold. Another monkey was in the wooden box to the right. I like how interested the men to the left are.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Monkey Dress Up- # 51

While at Friday Market (like a flee market), my friends and I came across this man painting this monkey's nails. Her toes were already done. She sat patiently in his arms waiting for him to finish. More than likely, his intention was to sell the monkey as a pet.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Arret- # 50

The stop sign on this bus is not Arabic, and not English... what language is this?

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Waterpark- # 49

This is a waterpark and paintball park that is located next to the Kuwait Towers. This photo was also taken from the top sphere.

Coast Line- # 48

This is the coast line from the top sphere in the Kuwait Towers.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Carnage- # 47

This is what I call carnage.... car wrecks like this are not uncommon on the side of the highway.