Weave Man!

Everyday is a drive through a gauntlet of Kuwaiti and foreign national workers. We weave left and right along the highway, they counter-weave and we all avoid cracking each other second by second. It's a great orchestra of cars and behemoth trucks. It makes me crave driving in US traffic, but I'm relaxed anyway bouncing around like a pinball.

We stayed at the pier for most of the day. One guy makes a makeshift spear out of a steel rod and tries to hunt some tiny fish. He snags a couple of them and attaches their bodies to a fish hook we find lying around so we can try for bigger fish. My paranoia kicks in and I'm sure he's going to snatch my neck with this hook as he spins it in the air like a lasso. The fish are keener than us and only munch the guts of the fish while avoiding the hook. They take a taunting bite from each one and then show complete abandonment of interest for our bait. Navy boats pass by, surely wondering what we're up to but they never stop. Overall a good day with no calls at all, almost feels like I spent the day at Sea with the sun burning me up, hitting me from all directions.