I woke up early due several times to a multitude of reasons. The first was the transport company moving my bicycles from QLD to SA making sure that someone will be home to receive them. I sent my dad an sms and went back to sleep. Then again for every time the air-conditioning kept cutting in and out of its "auto" setting. and then finally when I couldn’t sleep any more at 5:30am. I had a shower (water smelt bad), shaved, ironed my shirt, got dressed, watched an episode of Dexter and had breakfast.
I headed off to work with our driver Ahmad without a clue of how many buildings there are and which one I was meant to be in. Turns out my manager is too busy this morning interviewing or getting interviewed and so I am sitting in the wrong office, wrong building, answering QGC (old work in Brisbane) emails and working out my appointments for inductions tomorrow.
Feels like I am in an Egyptian satellite TV sitcom that my mum loves watching so much...but in real life. Oh! I forgot to mention that I can speak Arabic (partially understand the Egyptian accent) and that the majority of my family (hundreds of them!!!) lives in Lebanon.
Finally when I get to work, after sampling the quality of the local shawarma of course (i.e. yiros, kebab, meat wrap), I met the team and learnt about what sort of project it is I will be working on. I had to leave my passport at the entrance with the 6 security guards. The team is great, simply put, they are a small group of knowledgeable UK expats and at least one Egyptian counterpart for each position. The project is a joint venture (JV) between Petronas, BG Group and the Egyptian National Oil Company. The project is a sub-sea tie-back project of new wells into new and existing infrastructure.
The biggest surprise came from the amount of security at the base of every oil and gas companies buildings around Egypt, and the mandatory tea and coffee man for each floor of the building. Our man is called Abdullah and he makes awesome tea…
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| My Visitors pass |
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| View from the window of the wrong office I was in |


