Tracking numbers are so cool. I got to watch online as my passport arrived in Bahrain yesterday and then arrived here just after 8am today. The DHL guys even called me and explained where I had to go to pick up my maroon booklet of doom. As always, Andrea was on hand to help me out. She picked me up and we grabbed the passport. I checked it over and all was good.
I had my ticket to ride.
After picking Eric up from work, we headed into town to visit Andrea’s mate who fed us the yummiest sausage salad (chicken sausage of course, but whatchagonnado?) before Eric and I braved the bus station to find out times of buses to Bahrain. Oh dear. You would think that given all it’s immense riches Kuwait could afford a bus station that wouldn’t have looked fitting in 1980s Beirut. The hilarious thing was that it adjoined the police lock-up – so, so many cars impounded (I don’t think Kuwaitis are capable of driving more than a few meters without breaking several international driving laws). Eventually we found a guy to ask – nah, these were all local buses – we wanted the SAPTCO place out by the United Nations roundabout. No worries. I’d give them a call in the morning and find out the SP.
Afterwards I met up with Janine – we well and truly abused the Marriot’s roomservice together and since she had already ruined the end of Prison Break for me, it did no harm to watch The Final Break which I guess was all the stuff that was meant to happen in Season 5, but then the damn thing got cancelled on the grounds that it wasn’t Lost.
But then what is?