Waiting, waiting, waiting

I'm waiting on my flight to the U.S. It's been a very boring day, but at least I now have clean clothes! It's amazing how much your feet will start hurting when you've worn the same socks for three days. I was actually able to find some socks at the PX that fit me yesterday afternoon. It was like a gift from God himself to have clean socks.

Rows and rows of tents for soldiers waiting on flights

Kuwait is actually kind of nice because they have a lot of stuff for soldiers to do while waiting for flights. It's almost the U.S., but not quite.

Notice that the golden arches don't say "McDonalds." Well, it does but it's in squgglies. Some things are recognizable anywhere.

Hopefully, I will fly out early morning for the marathon flight across Europe and then over the Atlantic. I hate such long flights. At least this one will be going in the right direction.