Ok. So for those of you who don’t know, but I think the majority of you do, I’m back in Iraq. Not with the military this time. My friend Brandon contacted me a little while ago and said he had been talking with a recruit for KBR who is interested in sending a team of 4 people over to Camp Anaconda to work on communications equipment. One year open contract at $108,000 for the year. Lots of money, chilling with friends, in a place that really isn’t all that bad? Check.
It started off well enough I suppose. I flew down to Houston for a week and a half of processing. Brandon met me at the airport and I checked into a Wyndham Hotel. I had a room to myself complete with a smoking couch and a seperate TV for my smoking couch. I called it my smoking TV. It wasn’t bad at all unless you count the $10 a day they charged for internet access. We sat through hours of meetings, paperwork, medical examinations and other bullshit during the rest of the first week. After that we were on holdover status and just waiting for our flights. Ok.
The first bump in our plans arose when I was put on a flight and Brandon wasn’t. Sure, no problem. He’ll meet up with me. I left on a Wednesday (I think) from Houston and flew to London. We had a couple hours to kill so I went to customs and immigration and got my passport stamed just so I could go outside and smoke. Plus more stamps on your passport are cool. I watched people drive on the wrong side of the road and speak funny while I enjoyed a coke that only cost me about $4 with the exchange rate. I went inside and sat down at a cafe to have a beer whilst British people around me ate traditional English breakfasts. I don’t know how people can talk shit about all the fattening stuff American’s eat. Have they ever seen a traditional English breakfast? An Egg, Sausage, Bacon, Hash Brown, Toast, Baked Beans and half a grilled tomato. Freaks. Baked Beans. You could order just baked beans on toast if you were so inclined. What the fuck.
The next flight was on Emirate airlines to Dubai. The flight was much more comfortable than the one to London. I managed to get the counter guy to give me a bulkhead seat so I could stretch my legs out. We had little personal televisions where you could watch whatever you want. They had a decent selection of movies and TV shows. I only ended up watching a little House and Seinfeld. I stayed a day and a half in Dubai at a place called the Hallmark hotel in the business district. We were tripled up in rooms and I was given a cot about half the size of me. Many people went out during the night to clubs and picked up prostitutes - I opted to stay in. One guy decided it would be a smart move to bring the girl back to the hotel. He got caught and last I heard was being sent home. Apparently there’s one of those guys almost every week. Dubai seemed like an interesting place and I wouldn’t mine checking it out sometime.
The next flight was from Dubai to Baghdad International Airport. We had a Russian staff on the flight and I don’t think they spoke English. Baghdad Intl Airport was a trip. The air wasn’t on so it was hot as balls, and it’s the first airport I’ve seen that you could smoke in. It was old and looked like it was last decorated in the 60’s/70’s. It had those old school flight information boards that flipped down, not any type of digital one. It still had flight information from Baghdad to Chicago, Barcelona and some other cities. I’m not sure the last time that airport was actually used for commercial flights. It was just odd.
I stayed at Camp Liberty in Baghdad for a night before getting a morning flight to Camp Anaconda. I was put in transient housing for two days until me and this douchebag I’m stuck with got claimed by our section. His name is Leblanc but Brandon and I gave him the moniker Assface Leblanc while in Houston. He’s loud, rude and doesn’t shut up. We have nothing in common and I don’t enjoy his presence. Originally he told us he was going to Talil but was redirected to Anaconda. Great.
and finally speaking of redirections. I finally get to access the Internet here and Brandon sent me an email saying that redirected him from Anaconda to Q-West. What the fuck. So now I’m stuck with Assface and wont see Brandon at all. Our plan fell to shit pretty quickly. I’ve been emailing him back and forth trying to figure out a way to get him transfered over here, but I don’t have high hopes at the moment. It sucks but wasn’t the fault of either of us. I’ll just have to make the best of it. If things suck that badly I can always quit and come home, so that’s nice. This is rather long so I’ll elaborate more next time.