Yes indeed!
There are hoons in Kuwait! You don't believe me? I must add a few qualifiers here though - our Kuwaiti Hoons
a) do not live in places of social disadvantage
b) are not economically disadvantaged
c) could buy the whole tyre factory should it be necessary
Yes you guessed- to be a hoon in Kuwait , you must drive a Lambourghini or Ferrari or one of those flat, wide little cars with doors that rise up not out
AND
you must be cool and know how to scream that engine!
Now that I have that out of the way...
One more thing and that is just to make a very broad comment on the duality within this society- it is often overt but the dual nature sometimes subverts so that we might not be so aware of actually what is happening- an interesting, confusing epiphany this was. I will leave it at that.
And off to the Souk again. This time it was the Souq Al-Mubarakiya , the oldest of the souqs and one which has been around for a long time- it was in existence as a market before oil became Kuwait.
There is much to see. I loved the Turkish ice cream man!
We met with an Iranian carpet business man and studied in detail, the fabulous carpets he had. One gorgeous silk carpet has my name on it but not until I work here for a bit longer - 750 KD( x4 for AUD)
It was exquisite. Another Iranian tribal weave had a silk section woven in and was only 135KD - that is one that tempts me.
As you wallk around th emarkets, the heavy scent of incense is pervasive and beautiful.
In the market you can buy the wood and the burner... and create your own little bit of heaven.
Our musical interlude was completely unexpected and uninterpreted- who were they? What were they singing of?
I suspect it was a Bedouin song and a recreation. the drums were old old rhythmn makers and the voices were chants of what I cannot say... but it enticed a huge audience...
Each day is something new
and different
Each day I learn something else
It is a place of curiousity and sharp surprises, some of which bludgeon the thoughts.
I learn of new ways and thinking everday.
I am lucky.
Today I rest- the first day where I will do nothing- no gym, no shopping, no outside activities...
There are hoons in Kuwait! You don't believe me? I must add a few qualifiers here though - our Kuwaiti Hoonsa) do not live in places of social disadvantage
b) are not economically disadvantaged
c) could buy the whole tyre factory should it be necessary
Yes you guessed- to be a hoon in Kuwait , you must drive a Lambourghini or Ferrari or one of those flat, wide little cars with doors that rise up not out
AND
you must be cool and know how to scream that engine!
Now that I have that out of the way...
One more thing and that is just to make a very broad comment on the duality within this society- it is often overt but the dual nature sometimes subverts so that we might not be so aware of actually what is happening- an interesting, confusing epiphany this was. I will leave it at that.
And off to the Souk again. This time it was the Souq Al-Mubarakiya , the oldest of the souqs and one which has been around for a long time- it was in existence as a market before oil became Kuwait.
There is much to see. I loved the Turkish ice cream man!
We met with an Iranian carpet business man and studied in detail, the fabulous carpets he had. One gorgeous silk carpet has my name on it but not until I work here for a bit longer - 750 KD( x4 for AUD)
It was exquisite. Another Iranian tribal weave had a silk section woven in and was only 135KD - that is one that tempts me.
As you wallk around th emarkets, the heavy scent of incense is pervasive and beautiful.
In the market you can buy the wood and the burner... and create your own little bit of heaven. Our musical interlude was completely unexpected and uninterpreted- who were they? What were they singing of?
I suspect it was a Bedouin song and a recreation. the drums were old old rhythmn makers and the voices were chants of what I cannot say... but it enticed a huge audience...
Each day is something new
and different
Each day I learn something else
It is a place of curiousity and sharp surprises, some of which bludgeon the thoughts.
I learn of new ways and thinking everday.
I am lucky.
Today I rest- the first day where I will do nothing- no gym, no shopping, no outside activities...
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