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. Well, then. Happy and blessed Eid al-Fitr to all who celebrate it!
Whatever I’ve managed to snatch from car or around. I usually have the wrong lens for these things, like my 77mm today (great for portraits!), whilst the wide angles laid happily at home… well, gotta work with what you’ve got! Since ever I’ve lived here, I’ve christened Kuwait to “country of contrast”, at least architectural, largely due to a lack of restrictions and regulations, so finding a lot of diversity among the houses isn’t a problem – on the contrary, sometimes, the streets are just a big mess! (To the European eye, of course.)
It was soooo misty today! Had to run out with camera after taking kiddo to school, couldn’t resist this rare kind of weather in our neighbourhood and let it go unsnapped. Photo op, right?
Even after dreadfully bad night (young’un is teething and being true to the feverish suffering of hers – as per usual), the short walk in pure milkiness of the fog was much better than a nap. Although, I might think otherwise later in the day, I admit.
As my parents’ departure closes upon us with a lightning speed, we’ve sped up a bit of the leisure-y tempo in exploring what Kuwait has to offer to a pair of foreigners a.k.a. tourists. We’ve visited the awesome Beit Al Sadu (I’m saying awesome, because I had the urge to visit that place since ever I’ve got to know about it, and that’s quite long), with traditional Bedouin weaving, exposition, even a weaver (women, by the way!) present and kind enough to Dori to explain to her some basics of the complicated red weavings, including spinning own yarn from sheeps, goats and camels and offering us the possibility to enlist her in appropriate lessons for it. It’d be very good for her as she got zero tolerance and patience and handicrafts are just great for teaching that (in my opinion, at least), but she wouldn’t last long and we don’t have the resources at the moment anyways. Hi, Maryam. But maybe more than the flickery interest of my daughter in the sadu techniques, I would love to give it a try one day. Since I’ve gone through felting, needle and wet, and now crochet and even basic knit (Thanks, mom! Finally I get the two needle crochet-like craft.), weaving, and on top of it traditional Kuwaiti style, would be a great addition to it. One day, without belly. Perhaps. We’ve visited National Museum today as well, with a little dizzying experience for me in the planetarium, but hey, how fantastic it is to watch stuff about universe. My favourites are always black holes. Fascinating stuff, really. No sarcasm intended. Abbas was difficult as always and made my husband miserable till we reached our usual Tuesday lunch at my in laws, where he literally adores the garden space, running around, watching chickens and playing football and handball. Though his cousin made it a little miserable for him today, as he’s a little shy boy and doesn’t like to fight for toys. Yet. He will be taught, soon. I promise. I’ve had camera on my hands and plenty of time, so I’ve snapped away a huge bunch of completely useless pictures (nearly 6GB of them on my memory card, but my excuse is that RAW takes well over 20MB per picture), but some came out nice, so let the photo spam begin. The only downfall of this week is that my parents leave on Friday already, and top that around 1 am, so I won’t be able to even go with them to the airport. Kids sleeping at home alone, (=) fires, knives, electricity, bleeding noses and worse, you know that stuff. Only two days left than; my daughter is going to be direly disappointed and already slacking at school due to her granddad and grandma being here and seeing us after a year, she’s got exams next week. Disaster approaching for sure, I’m telling you. And top to that, we got not so joyful news at the last ultrasound check for Maryam, though not entirely bad either, true. At least she started to finally chubby up a bit, for I was scolded that she’s too small for dates before.
Today we’ve visited with my parents and dear (though slightly grumpy due to lack of sleep, darn that toddler) husband the Kuwait House of National Works, a museum dedicated to Iraqi invasion and subsequent liberation. As heavily pregnant and with kids I’ve skipped certain displays with pictures of tortured children and people, but otherwise went through the whole exposition without an accident (or tear, though close! Hormones…) Here are some photos to document our visit – it was very hard to capture anything though as they kept their lights off most of the time to create an atmosphere for us, and a Korean family who happened to tag along as well.
One of (among secret) documents issued to eradicate Kuwaiti national identity and anything of (Kuwaiti) sort
Yes, this is the real deal; head of a statue imported from Iraq after Saddam’s fall
And this is for some sceptics a picture of one of Kuwait’s churches.