When I take a look at the statistics of my old blog, I can see that a lot of visitors are coming from Google, asking how is it to be a woman in Kuwait. Do women have to wear the hijab? Can they drive?
Every time I go back to Kuwait, I remember my first days in Kuwait. I think about how it was when I arrived in the desert.
After two months in France, two months in Paris, I can look back at my time there. I have always been the first one to criticize Paris, the métro, le train, Parisians and everything I could. And now I left… wow ! I love Paris so much !
Let’s talk about something who drove me crazy since I arrived in Kuwait. How to feel like home in a country you don’t know ? It’s weird to leave our family, our friends and our habits to move to another place. So I thought a lot about it and I will give you few advices to not do the same mistakes I did.
On my first post, I left you in Yazd, small town in the middle of the desert. We stayed there two days, it was so hot and my hair started to be full of knots because of the scarf !
Do you know the club of 5% ?
In my last post, I explained few facts about Iran to help you organize your trip in this country. Today, I will explain in more details what we did there !
Twelve days in Iran, between Tehran, Kashan, Isfahan, Yazd and Shiraz.
– So, where do you live ?
– I live in Kuwait.
– Ah… And you have to cover your head, right ?
Every conversation about my expatriation and my life in Kuwait end up like this. Kuwait is not a dream-country but … in fact, it’s ok.
When it’s about weight, every country has its own standard.
In every society, there is beauty standards. I have the feeling, even if it’s changing, that in France, the beauty is in skinny girls. In Kuwait, it’s the opposite : women have more shapes. Jane Birkin VS Kim Kardashian, more or less.
How to choose your next trip ?
Two years ago, I posted one question on my Facebook account : Sri Lanka, Nepal or Iran ? I couldn’t make a choice so I let people choose for me. Few minutes after, I had a text from one of my friend. “If you are going to Iran, I’ll go with you”. As soon as I read it, I booked my flight and ten days after, I was waiting for my friend in Teheran.