the traveling tap 4 } exit 293, kuwait
Last weekend my sister and I were invited to a ‘Kuwaiti’ party at our friend H’s beach house by the Saudi border. It was the equivalent of a toga party, but instead of Roman garb, the dress code was dishdashas for the men and dara’at (women’s robes) for the ladies. Folkloric singer Ismail Karam and his troop provided the music. It was fun. And freezing. And surreal (with the dishdashas and full men’s head dress, it was so difficult to distinguish the Kuwaiti men from the non-Kuwaitis. Not that that was important but several times I’d be thrown off). My sister and I stayed the night.
The next morning I was the first one up so I went out for a quiet walk with my tapestry and took some lovely photos. After breakfast with the Greek ambassador Theodoros Theodorou and long time Kuwaiti-resident Antonella Fanelli, and later a second breakfast with the rest of the sleepover party, my sister, Antonella and I went for another walk and photo session with the tapestry.
I can’t wait to go back next weekend for another much-needed respite.
You probably noticed that most of the photos were by either Yasmine or Antonella. This is because I was busy fighting the wet, clingy tapestry off my body. I was too soaked (and cold) to manage anything.