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Written July 19, 2017 12:55 PM

I don’t have an ‘iguana’ I have an iqama-the very important document that neither spell check or autocorrect likes. As I mentioned in a previous post my iqama arrived in Dhahran on July 11, which is exactly 29 days from when I landed in Saudi Arabia. When you arrive at the airport and go through ‘processing’ you surrender your passport, which puts all new arrivals in a very uncomfortable situation. Did I mention that Saudi Arabia is NOT open for casual travelers? Which means that everyone who arrives there to work is in the exact same situation as I was. It was probably a good thing they had my passport for 29 days because on day 2 after my arrival I would have on the first plane I could find to take me back home. But I couldn’t because I didn’t have my passport and the iqama -which allows me to get an exit visa so I can leave. Its pretty hard to imagine that one document is key to everything in your life. It is key to getting a SIM card for your cell phone, or internet access, or bank accounts…or visas so you can go to other countries.

A coworker and I both received the long awaited ‘your iqama is here‘ email and decided at 8 am that it was in OUR best interests to take the 5 hour round trip bus ride to Dhahran to pick up it up and come back to work. Picking this up was so important to me that I actually rescheduled a maintenance call (that I waited 2 weeks for) to add the much needed weather stripping to my front door in order to keep the geckos out! 

The HR department for my company is run just like the DMV. For those of you who are not familiar with the DMV it is an uncustomary friendly, dreadful process where you are required to go to renew your drivers license or register cars or take driving tests. At the DMV you are forced to take a number and wait for what seems like an eternity. At HR you are forced to take a number and watch as there are 4 counters each with its own numbering system. If you selected the wrong choice on the automatic ticket machine you will be required to pull a new ticket and wait, and wait.

Like DMV our HR individuals can seem to wait long enough before moving to the next number and seem perplexed when people who’s number you have passed still want to be seen and for whatever reason-those ticker/number machines only work one way and that is forward. It appears to be a flaw (almost an epidemic in all government/dmv/and hr offices worldwide…numbers can only be increment and not decreased. The goal is to cause mass chaos with those who are waiting and worried because their number has been passed and they may not be helped. 

My number was not skipped but the man in front of me was and he was desperate to get in front of me and get his turn with the HR rep dressed in the full abaya and hijab. I approached the counter and was immediately struck by how unbelievably blue the reps’ eyes were. I am not certain if they were contacts to alter the shade of her eyes but they were striking against her dark skin and deep brown hair. 

       Which…may be a good time to talk about the image of beauty the Saudi culture admires most…for good or not. They sell and advertise on TV and in magazines creams that will help to make your skin whiter. For Saudi’s the image of beauty is a fair skinned, light eyed, blond hair woman. It is at odds with everything I have been trying to dispel from the consumeristic, narcissistic American culture. I taught my daughter (AND sons) to love themselves no matter what (shape, size, income, etc.) only to step FIVE decades back into a world that still thinks Barbie is the ideal woman. So unfortunate as I think Saudi women are some of the most striking women in the world. 

Back to my igama…I give the woman my number tell her why I am here and watch her type into a computer…what is your ID number…I give it to her…she tells me ‘just a minute’ she gets up and goes into another room. What I witness next is forever etched in my mind, I see her return and in her tiny hand is a small navy blue folder…it is MY PASSPORT! I am so excited I rock back on forth in my AGI flats slightly bouncing hardly able to contain my elation! My United States Passport…finally back in my sight and within a few seconds back in my hands. I signed a form…took my passport, said shukran, and walked away from the counter.

WAIT…NO! I need to go back to the counter to get the VISA to get out of the damn country. TOO LATE, the next number had been called. Its back to the number turnstile for me and disappointingly yanking the next white ticket from the machine. But at least I had my passport and my official working document called the IGAMA!

This is just one of the many “non-intuitive” quirks of living over here in the Middle East. First trip to Bahrain, and first experience in their version of a 5 star hotel-just press R when you want to get back down to the lobby. M…by the way is the prayer room floor – or as it says on the sign-mezzanine. I will not try to figure any of this out, it is futile.

Now I will try to count my blessings and be more positive…

1. I cut my own hair watching a YouTube video. I literally just did this after complaining about it below!
2. It takes me 3 minutes to get to work in my golf cart.
3. The quiet atmosphere does help me think better (until I can’t stand it anymore).
4. I can go home for lunch everyday if I wanted to.
5. Sometimes I am treated like a princess when I go out. Yesterday, 3 men working in the cafeteria went out of their way to show me the different food options. One even pushed the another aside and stopped serving the gentleman in front of me to serve me food. Embarrassing.
6. I am a novelty…they are not used to seeing western women.
7. I am now considered a “western woman.”
8. I was told going through customs in Bahrain last weekend was a breeze because I was in the car…they don’t like to mess with women, it makes them nervous. They see you and clear you through. KNOCK on wood, let’s see if his theory holds up next weekend.
9. Living in Ras Tanura is greener than 90% of the rest of SA and there is a beach and yacht club.
10. I have met people who have gone out of their way to be nice to me, and check up on me. Out of the blue I will get a text, “been thinking of you, how are you, etc.” I remember when my grandfather would talk about people who would give you the shirt of his back…that is how I feel about some of the people here.
11. there are never long lines at the commissary. I can literally go, shop (go through EVERY aisle), and be back in less than 30 minutes.
12. My clothes weren’t ruined at the “if-y” dry cleaner last week!
13. Yoga here is great and not so expensive
14. I have a house-boy from Bangladesh. He not only cleans my house but he has gone out of his way to search for geckos, fixed things that I would have had to call maintenance for, straightens and lines up all my shoes nicely in my closet, and if I leave laundry in the washer (which is all the time) puts it in the dryer for me. OR, if it happens to be in dryer will fold it for me!
15. I now have a gardener, and for the past two days…KNOCK on wood I have had less ants (and other things) in my house. He’s brought nice plants and has created an interesting border out of ‘stuff’-now that is creativity.
16. I got rid of the BS cell plan here and took control of my phone plan and went back to Verizon! Never in my life have I put good thoughts and Verizon together. Today I can!
17. I don’t have to cook dinner, last night I had cheese and crackers for dinner.
18. I only have to pick up after myself.
19. The TRX trainer is a total badass but is nice and complimentary about your form (or in my case lack of form)-and she is 3 minutes away at the gym.
20. There are NOOOOO traffic jams in Ras Tanura.

I have been debating on whether to write anything negative on this blog, but there comes a point in this journey where I am having a difficult time finding the humor in living here. There have been good times and small victories without a doubt but today (after 2 months) I need to capture what it is about this place that is pushing me to throw in the towel and quit and it won’t be pretty.

1. I MISS my family. I miss my husband, my sons, my daughter (who would not technically be near me any way) regardless my heart aches to be near them.
2. I am sick and tired of listening to people tell me it will get better, especially when they are: a) referring to the weather, and b) their husband and kids are with them! So, how could they possibly know if it will get better for me?
3. I miss having someone to touch or hug.
4. I miss not having to wake up to see how many ants (or worse) have crawled into my house over night. I miss not having to sweep that crap up and I miss having a reliable pest control service in the event I was unfortunate enough to live in a shit hole like this place!
5. I miss having a CHOICE about what place I get to live in.
6. I miss not being able to drive to a CLEAN grocery store to buy whatever I want, including Jimmy Dean Turkey Sausage which is my favorite. I miss having a CHOICE about where I can shop for groceries.
7. I miss TARGET, Ann Taylor, Talbots, Loft, etc! NO, they won’t ship here! I’ve tried.
8. I miss going clothes shopping and trying on clothes to see if they fit! NOT an option here.
9. I miss being anonymous when I go shopping. Out here I get stares like I am a frigging 17 year old and it can be unnerving.
10. I miss getting my hair done. Right now my hair is fried…needs a cut and color badly and there is no one who can do “white girl” hair within 2 hours of me.
11. I miss washing my clothes and smelling the lovely scent of tide and feeling like they were truly clean instead of smelling like salt water-seriously!
12. I miss being able to wash my hair under the shower of REGULAR water…not this raw salt water crap!!!! Ditto for brushing my teeth in faucet water too! Right now it is bottled water that is saving my teeth and the 2 strands of undamaged hair that is left on my head.
13. I miss being able to communicate with people and not worry if I am speaking too fast or using words that are not understood. I miss not having to repeat myself. I said I miss not having to repeat myself.
14. I miss REAL toilet paper and paper towels. It all falls apart out here like you have bought generic.
15. I miss having a common point of reference with anyone I know from the U.S.. The everyday things you take for granted do not exist here or are hard to get or do.
16. I miss having my furniture, a decent bed, TV, radio, news, Starbucks coffee (a real one), beer, chime wine, vodka, and Hacienda Colorado food. There is a ‘buzz’ in the real world (how I shall forever define everything outside of SA!!) that does not exist here. Music with lyrics is considered vulgar and is forbidden, the camp furniture sucks and is hard and uncomfortable. Everything is quiet…in the U.S. there is background noise everywhere and I kinda miss it.
17. I miss regular daylight/night hours. The sun rises at 5, and it gets dark at 6:30 PM-I have been told it is much worse in the winter months (getting dark at 4:30).
18. I miss my girlfriends back home :(.  I love seeing what is going on via FB but I miss being a part of it. I miss feeling included.
19. I miss going out to the movies with my family.
20. I miss my family and I miss my friends and I miss my home.