The emphasis on customer service. The implied belief in the power of the consumer.
Seeing 'Tel Aviv' next to 'Kuwait' on a Baggage collection screen. The unmentionable land casually, unselfconsciously mentioned.
Seeing more Afro-Carribean people. In Kuwait there are few. Filipinos, Indians and other Arabs comprising most of the ex-pats.
The omnipresence of advertising and the marketing mythos -rendered in a language I can understand and so not escape from. Alas.
The security announcements and warnings -instructing me to be loyal to my bag. Will these ever end?
That you can't smile and wave at strangers and get welcoming, or at least unfreaked out, responses.
A certain levity and liberation in the air, in the spirit, in the general atmosphere.
A greater quiet - even in London.
Beautiful English women with radiant eyes and flowing blonde hair.
The vivid, fresh colours of my homeland. In the brick, the trees, the telephone boxes, the terraced houses.
A sense that it is very different, and makes me feel different.
A happiness to be here.
A certain reluctance to return.
The thought to stay.