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Expat wanderer

Heading for the Desert

Every now and then I wish I were a man. When I was a little kid, our dads would all head out on a big boat, going hunting. Mostly, women stayed home. Some women hunted, but it is hard work, and, I think, maybe men don’t always want women along when they go out hunting, they want to (in Alaska) drink and party and play cards and talk crude and don’t want anyone around reminding them to mind their manners.

The truth is I don’t know what they do. I can only imagine, based on things I’ve heard, movies, my imagination.

Today, my neighbors are headed out to hunt. How do I know? They have their falcon with them. It is perfect weather – clear, relatively cool, the heat has definitely broken, it is wonderful to be able to drive without any air conditioning. . . .

I know, I know, there is still this kid in my heart that thinks that going hunting with a FALCON is very very cool.

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October 30, 2008 Posted by | Community, Cross Cultural, ExPat Life, Family Issues, Kuwait, Living Conditions, Weather | | 8 Comments