3 weeks of sand, sand, shopping

Yes, it has been 3 weeks since I landed in this land of sand. And I am still not used to it. To the landscape, to the culture, to the people, to the food, to the everything. I am still dazed. And daze is not good when you are doing consulting. You need clear mind for that. It feels as if there is a fine layer of sand (well, what else?) over my brain. Can't think clearly. It's like walking in a shroud of something. What the hell is going on? This place is full of paradox. Pockets of luxury - I feel as if I am in Palm Springs, or Melbourne in some areas; and the rest of it barren land..well, sand..whatever. Impossibly rich people - the number of X5s and Cayennes and Ferraris on the road, amazing; and oppressively poor migrant labourers - they look so cold and miserable and beaten, with thin layer of cotton shirt on in this 15-degree weather. It is strong in its Islamic culture, yet at the same time their practices are not. To say the least. There is nothing to do, so I stare at the sand, and I shop. In case you wondering, I am in Kuwait. And I have to be here for another 3 very long weeks.