Progressing…

…on the rough building of our house, and losing nerves and a carload of dinars in process too. This for that, I suppose. And since it’s slightly over a hundred kilometers from our current residence to the building site, there’s plenty of time for desert viewing ad photographing (although it does get rather monotonous after a while, even my joy from seeing camel herds looses it’s boost nearing Khairan, and quick car shots aren’t up to my desired standard either).





Careful Bridges

Some snaps from road to our house (it’s a long drive, about an hour from the current apartment by highway). It always fascinated me, those various warning signs – never saw them before in Czech or Britain; which of course doesn’t mean they aren’t there, just not so omnipresent as here. And some of the bridges feature rather beautiful murals; mainly closer to the actual old city, and many on different ring roads and inner roads, and I am still planning to round those up a bit more in some future. Ominous messages first –





(The last one reads “Traffic violations are the main cause of traffic accidents”, and yes, I am aware that at 640px format I choose to put on the blog it might be kind of hard to decipher.)

– And here some of those beautiful bridge walls.




They generally feature wall art directly related to the country, mainly it’s history, heritage and symbols such as the Arabian horses, falcons, wooden ships, pearl hunters, happy and traditionally dressed families, and more.

And lastly, one sign which a little bit defines Kuwait for me in many aspects – it is after all still very traditionally oriented society, despite the present Western influence (and that the West tries hard, I can say – and Arabs accept gladly too.)


Typical Contrasts

One thing I love in Kuwait is being able to watch from beyond my lens the plethora of contrasts, and the architecture can demonstrate this very well. From all the glass and chrome skyscrapers, over the symbolical blue and white water reservoirs, to almost crumbling down apartment complexes built 50 years ago. Prive versus state buildings, various schools versus foreign funded universities, and so on. The first photograph is a state funded secondary school, under it is one of the palaces of Prince of Kuwait, and than a random house within the city center. The last picture features a watermelon seller of my choice. Yumm!





Hijab Celebration…

… at Dori’s school. For those of the girls who embraced a scarf. Interesting experience through the eyes of an European for sure!
Please, do forgive me the composition and occasional blur in the foreground (usually caused by front row people tilting in to my frame), ’twas a tid bit crowded and for some (still) fascinating reason, palm-and-bigger-sized smartphones are fine with the vast majority of people at various events, but a conventional camera somehow intimidates and scares – so flashing out my Pentax with proper lens in a Jaffaria school was a bit of an adventure for me. I really don’t think Samsung pics would do it this time.
So, here it goes – girls’ school, girls’ celebration; in Kuwait. By my inconspicuous black box of wonders.














More details on the subject of the celebration later.


Also, I still adore when my husband dresses in dishdasha and ghutra with igal. So smexy! Don’t you think?

House Progress

It’s starting to look like we might actually build it! It will probably cost my dear husband all his hair (and hair colour on the remainder), but at least he’ll have a place to complain about it at. I think.
Also, the mystery of camel tracks on our land was solved; merely a new neighbour… it’s just such a shame that the house is this <-----------------> far from any amenities, work and current schools.