Just below Djiback.
Our Djibouti jokes have begun. We are awaiting transportation out of Kuwait to Qatar and on to Djibouti. The best news is, for the rest of our time over here, alcohol is an option. Not so much a necessity, but having the option is fantastic.
Our show last night was a good time. We drove out to Camp Arifjan- a huge permanent base run by the army. We had a large crowd- the largest so far, and the folks that were responsible for us treated us great.
Some thoughts from the road, so to speak:
Bathroom graffiti can be down right entertaining.
The most memorable aspects of each place we've been is the horrific stench.
No two bases are created equal. No two bases have the same morale or attitude.
Whatever base someone is assigned to here, there's always at least five that are worse.
Carrying a weapon is a drag but not as much as body armor.
The two things none of us wanted to do (convoy outside the wire in Iraq and fly in a Blackhawk in Iraq) are the two most memorable experiences- both from the adventure and the audiences- the hardest bases to get to had the most appreciative audiences.
Life here is really just finding out where to eat and how to do laundry.
Gravel and sand sucks to walk in, especially when carrying speakers.
The "more cowbell" joke just really isn't funny to me any longer.
When I haven't eaten, am tired, and it's the middle of the night, don't ask me to throw the cargo net over the pallet.
There are other encores than Freebird.
Being a light sleeper is a detriment.
It's still hot here, but I no longer care.
Off to Africa- see you all soon,
J-
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