It has become a regular habit to go to Khiran and check on the progress of the house (and to give the house guard his wage). It is coming closer to finish line now, but so are we, in all honesty – it certainly isn’t very cheap to build a house through an economic spike (why do prices keep on being high even after the reason behind their raise isn’t present anymore?)
Scarves on my girls, no need to say more.
Actually – the little one wears it just for fun at home. Before someone becomes outraged or something.
Some quick snapshots from inside Avenues and 360.
Malls, shopping centres and alike are a social hub throughout most of the Kuwaiti summer, since they offer acclimatized spaces, restaurants and shops (shopping being one of the favourite local past-times). It is even possible to meet people power-walking through these for sport; since the weather outside is hellish and a gym membership is not for everyone (also, it’s probably more interesting than staring into a wall while marching on a treadmill.)
We’ve had a lovely (and relatively small this year) Eid lunch at my mother in law’s house few days back. It was busy as usual, with kids running around and playing, and people chatting and celebrating the end of the Islamic month of fasting, Ramadan. I’ve managed to take few pictures which I deem worthwhile, while plenty others were just a blur of motion and darkness (sadly!); but all in all, not a bad day at all ;)
We all brought sweets of various sizes and tastes, strong tea and coffee was served, majboos with meat and chicken were for lunch, with lovely roasted cashew nuts on rice as a tasty addition.
We went out today (after a month spent indoors, because Ramadan); well, if checking our building and whether it still stands is counted as an outing. The house does indeed still stand, bar few bricks which got blown out from a part of the wall. As we’ve found out by a casual stroll through that brand new neighbourhood, a lot of the houses suffered from similar problem, all on one side, so we’ve simply assumed it has been cause by exceptionally strong wind – which isn’t impossible, considering it is still a deserted place and pretty much no trees mean it’s an open desert. Plenty of space for a strong wind to wreck havoc.
Also, totally lovely weather. Mid of summer is not a time for sandy walks. (Sand emanates heat!) 50°C in shade today. Feels like walking in a full blasting oven. No kidding. It actually tingles like it’s hurting my skin by the sheer warmth. Heat just pouring all over and around you. Not really a weather of my choice, if you ask me. I miss you, Newcastle, and your rainy, gloomy days.
It’s almost 11pm in the night and it’s still 42°C out behind the window.
Happy and blessed Eid al-Fitr to all who celebrate it!
Ok, maybe not a castle. It is somewhere between villa and a castle in my puny European eyes; it is, however, considered a rather small family house here among the Kuwaitis. Angle of view, origin of upbringing? Maybe. Nonetheless, it’s a house, it’s big enough for all of us, it is our home (well, maybe. ‘Bu Abbas is still deciding whether to move in or not once it’s done.) It’s got all the space and convenience we could muster up ourselves – and order the architect around to conform to it. True, there are some changes. Some are fine, some might be an improvement even; some made me a bit sad (like cutting off the terrace on side and a nice feature of arches in there due to an unspoken municipality law nobody bothered to mention – until it was about to be built.)
But; it stands, alhamdulilah. From sand and heat, I present you with the black skeleton of our house.
(Excuse the quality of the pictures. Those are taken mainly as a documentary for my husband and I’ve just decided to slap them here, compositions and even horizon aside.)
I am quite happy how this is panning out, although not fully according to our wishes and desires (some changes were made on the building after all, but oh well… and it’s still a remote location deep in the desert at the moment, with really no life besides some camel herders at all. There’s a holiday resort closeby, maybe that will bring some life in it. I hope.)
I certainly wouldn’t mind living there!