Some days, Kuwait is great. I might solve a problem at work, do something impressive which makes me feel like I'm REALLY doing G(eographic)I(nformation)S(ystems)... or it might be because I do something with a club. So far I've managed to join four. The Kuwait Offshore Sailing Association (as opposed to KOMA...;-)), Desert Bikers Club Kuwait, Kuwait Writing Club and Kuwait Bibliophiles (a slightly creepily named book club). I have also been invited to joi...

Second piece for the Kuwait Writing Club, the keyword was 'secret'.Archeology can change your life. Archeology can lead to personal growth. It doesn't even have to be impressive archeology. For those particularly prone to life-changing events like me, it can be something quite minor. Like an article about excavating a 150 year old house in a small city called Adelaide at the bottom of Australia. No, it wasn't the house of my ancestors, I wasn'...

Inspired by a trip to Bahrain City Center mall.Life is civilised, safe and easy in a city. There are streets, lined with shops and these mute, slow animals we call pedestrians. Well, now I come to think of it, maybe the city isn't such a safe place for some. Pedestrians have two main predators. If they leave their grazing area, the footpath, they will be killed or robbed. They will be killed if they walk into the stream of fast moving metal boxes that flows b...

Below is a handwritten journal entry proclaiming that I won in the decade of my 20s:-)

Saturday 8/6/13 I did something I'd been wanting to do since getting a car in Kuwait. I drove this route to the Iraq border up Highway 80, the one Iraqi forces used for, and retreated on after, the invasion. It was a dusty day like many in Kuwait. You can see evidence of this in some of the photos. For example we drove by a military base with, of all things, a tethered blimp almost obscured by the sand. As we drove along it became apparent that this was not a...