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Travel Blogs from Salmiyah
... br> When a black cloaked woman walks by
When a plainly untrained
Cuts me off
When someone at work , as part of his job,
Tries to make me tea
When the haris greets me with such
Impossible politeness and downright
Servility each morning and night
When my Filipino peers address me as
A word no one uses in my culture unless making
A particularly strong effort to quell ...
... magnum and a rifle. What a thrill. Must admit, walking into the gallery where there were about 6 other guys holding guns was nerve wracking. I've never been in that sort of situation before and yes it was obviously safe to do because they didn't all go psycho and turn around and shoot me but the thought still did cross my mind that my life would be over very quickly if something went wrong. Another thing I noticed in those first few ...
... time seeing what he was up to tomorrow. "You seem different lately azizam" he went on, this time lowering the paper so she could see his face. This also meant he could see her attending to her beloved smartphone. "If it's another one of those disgusting, beer swilling, foul mouthed Aussie blokes with one of those loud cars you know what I'm going to say." Simin rolled her eyes and went on typing to David. "But daddy, I love him!" she cynically retorted, walking into the kitchen to fix some ...
... and cheered to show her we thought she was all right. It was really nice to see such a display of warmth and humanity from Kuwaitis since I rarely see that in my day to day life here, especially on the roads and in their treatment of eastern expats. I guess it showed me that there are other types of Kuwaitis here and it would be good to meet and mix with more of them.
Anyway, back to the issue of human ...
... 13px; line-height: normal;">To watch a glass blower is to watch someone playing on the edge of a cliff. Another thing is that you touch the molten glass. Almost. You put a wad of wet padding in your hand. And roll the rod to smooth the glass and shape the bubble you are blowing. All that is between the artist and a trip to hospital is a steady hand and good communication with your assistant. You go back and forth between this blazing furnace, paying ...