I arrived back in
Kuwait on the evening of August 23.
I was exhausted – exhausted, I say!
I ran into Patrick as we disembarked from the plane….he was only sitting
three rows ahead of me, but we had no idea this was happening! It was so nice to see a smiling familiar face
after such a long trip. I told him that
Michelle was coming to pick me up, and she would take us home. We got into the GCC line to go through the
VISA process because there were no other people there, and we needed to be
done. The agent couldn’t speak much
English and got us through in quick order.
My bags were 50# and 70#, so it was nice to have Patrick to help me,
rather than paying a porter.
I knew that I had no
keys to my apartment. I had left them
with Bob and Karen who were going to leave them in Michelle’s storage unit for
her. Through lots of texts between Karen,
Michelle, and I, I knew that staying in my apartment that night was out of the question. Michelle told me that she would stay at her
sister Tammy’s house and I could have her apartment. What a generous offer! She got me settled into the apartment, gave
me her key, and left for the night.
I had no telephone
because I had either accidentally lost my SIM card or put it away for safe
keeping somewhere so safe that it couldn't be found. It must have been in the same place that my Kuwaiti
cash was because I couldn’t find that, either.
Tense change: It’s now about 8:00 so I decide to go out to purchase a new SIM card so
that I don't feel so isolated from the world. As I am ready to leave, one of the guards
tells me that there is a new gate key and gives me one. Now I have two keys: Michelle’s apartment key and the gate
key. I head down to bin Khaldoon and buy
a SIM card. Of course, I had forgotten
my phone, but I knew how to install it into my phone. How hard could it be? Mission accomplished – or so I thought.
BED! All I can think of now is having a nice,
hot shower and getting into clean linens on Michelle’s bed. I am a tired, dirty mess. Getting back to the apartments, I discover the new
key to the gate doesn’t work. I ring the
bell, and one of the guards comes to let me in.
When I say that my new key doesn’t work, he gives me a key and I give
him a key back, then go up to Michelle’s.
When I get there, I discover that I have two gates keys! I had given him back the wrong key! Damn!
Down I go again.
In this short time, I
discover that there is now no key to Michelle’s apartment and no one appears to
understand anything that I am explaining.
One of the guards calls a friend who can speak both Arabic and English,
but she wouldn’t listen to me. He then
calls Mr. Rashwan, our business manager, who comes to the school and gets an
apartment key for the guard to let me into my apartment. Never mind that my phone and carry-on bag
with the keys to my large luggage (left in the foyer) are in Michelle’s
apartment. So I have nothing now but a
SIM card, a gate key, and some money.
BUT I do get a hot shower and sleep in my own bed.
The highlight of my
evening was running into my good friend Tess as I was exploring the
basement. We made arrangements to go to
breakfast and take a little walk around the neighborhood.
The next morning is
Saturday. Exhaustion is still my friend
because I woke up at 3:30 listening to the wake up call to prayer….and yes, it
did its job. I read in bed for awhile, hoping that I was still tired enough to
go back to sleep, but no luck. I decide
to get ready for the day. I have to wet
my hair a bit and finger comb it due to lack of comb. I dress in my dirty, smelly clothes and get
ready to get Tess and get the day started.
Before I am ready to leave, I make a horrible discovery: my passport is no longer in my wallet!! OH NO!!
No passport. In my tired delirium, I think back to the
last time I had it: the airport! I must have been talking to Patrick (because
we checked in together) and forgot it!
What a dumbhead! I cannot think
of anything but the bad ramifications this means. I get Tess for our breakfast, and we decide
to ask Samir to take me to the airport to see if I can’t retrieve it. Good plan.
She has a meeting with him at 11:00 so I go over about 10:30 to wait for
him. My plan is to beg him to take me to
the airport and help me retrieve it.
Since he speaks Arabic and English, it should be a piece of cake for him
to help.
Now I have a plan; it’s
time for breakfast. We walk around the
neighborhood and I introduce her to kanafe, Lebanon’s answer to sweet rolls…and
one of my favorite treats. We go to
Caribou for coffee. We visit the bakery
and get some flaxseed bread, Egyptian bread, and my favorite little cookies
(the top is covered in sesame seeds and the bottom in pistachios – YUM!). Tess
is scheduled to have a meeting at 11:00 at the school with Samir, so I arrive
at 10:30, hoping to catch him.
When he finally shows
up (late, as usual), Samir suggested that I go to Sawsan, the HR director, and
tell her that I need her to find someone to take me to the airport. Please please please! She breaks down and arranges for Emad to
take me. We get to the airport, he
drops me close to the place he says we need to be, and then goes to park. I find the office, but the door is shut and
locked. Damn. I wait and wait, until I see someone who
looks like he might be able to help me.
He tells me that the office is closed because it is Saturday and they
are only open Sunday through Thursday.
This makes sense because this is their workweek. I finally see Emad and tell him and we go
back to the school.
In the afternoon, Michelle comes home and
finds the note I left on her door: no
key. She comes down to my apartment and
we go to the guards. She tries to
explain the situation using a combination of English and Arabic, but no
luck. It’s about 3:30 or 4:00 and she
runs to the school to catch Mr. Rashwan and get a key for her apartment. Luckily, he was there to help her and now
we’re happy as clams. I retrieve my
belongings and promise to get copies of the keys made because I know where
there are several key places….plus, I owe her!!
I am now in bad
shape. I decide to read a little bit but
am too tired. So I lay down and think
about a nap. Soon after I doze off,
there is a knock on the door:
Michelle. Guess what! She’s an angel on a mission: she has my passport!!! She found it on her couch! How I ended up putting it there is anyone’s
guess, but it probably had to do with my extreme exhaustion. But I am one happy camper and life is
looking up!!!
And that’s my first day
back in Kuwait.
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