Don't ask me why or how I got here. It's a long story. I think one night I got really drunk and my former boss used the opportunity to convince me to go. The unofficial version is as follows: I was young and I needed money. Kuwait just seemed like a good place to earn living as a male belly dancer.

Environment

So, here I am. To the right of me is Persian Gulf, though locals prefer to call it Arabic Gulf. To the left - a chain of American restaurants and shopping malls.

Culture

To tell you the truth, I expected at least some action, good or bad, happening. Kuwait turned out to be a very quiet and conservative country. People here spend evenings pacing back and forth through shopping malls with only one goal - to buy the latest cellular phone. I guess it's a status symbol. My Kuwaiti friend has about 25 headsets she has bought in the past 2 years.

By the way, people here love American cars. Fords and Jeeps are popular here. That's where we're making money. Woohoo!

Alcohol is banned, so I had to smuggle some in. You could probably get some at the US Army base, but it's too far of a drive. Food here is nice, especially Lebanese cusine. Kabobs are the best.

It seems the country is becoming more and more liberated; most women no longer cover their faces, just their hair. The process is slow. There are plenty of stores selling female swim suits but you'll never see a woman wearing it outside the house.

This is the picture of the Kuwait Towers.

Here is some local architecture. Temperature outside is about 112 degrees Fahrenheit. Everything is build with concrete to withstand the heat.

Taking Care of Business

Once again, I'm back to the drawing board. It's 2004; .NET technology is still fairly new; and I have to train the masses. Luckily I have good students this time.