Week of Memories Day 3

You can't plan a week of things to do and not have something go wrong or not as planed, especially here.  Monday was that day for us.

Steve found the Museum Authority's website, and on the site there was listed three museums that sounded like they would be fun to see, a natural history museum, a weaponry museum, and an orientalist museum.  So we pack up the kids, some snacks and water (because you never know how long you're really going to be gone) and head out to find the museums.  They only have a street listed, which, you know, is oh so helpful.

We drive down the street and there is no sign of any museum before the road ends in a left turn.  We follow the road along a narrow path lined with construction barriers and find the sign that points to the Museum Authority's office building.  A guard (there are guards here for everything, they get paid to just stand there and watch people shop or park or do nothing basically) anyway, a guard moves a cone out of a parking spot and motions for us to park there. So we do.  Steve once again goes in while I stay in the car with the kids.

While Steve is inside another security guard comes up and says,  "You can't park here."
"There's no where else to park, " I say.  There really isn't anywhere else to park.  There is just a street just wide enough for one car, which was also lined with construction barriers.

The guard points to a space, as I'm sure his english isn't good enough to tell me what to do.  So I back up and follow his pointing to park perpendicular to the other cars parked in the parking spaces and right behind them, because that makes sense.  We'll not let people park in a designated parking space, but we'll park people in.

After a short wait, and feeling a bit awkward again as there are no other women around, Steve comes out with a smile, shaking his head, which means another illogical thing has happend, and the only thing you can do is laugh.  Here is what happened inside:

Steve went in and talked with the guard (because, of course, you need at least three).  The guard asked Steve if he was there to talk with someone, "This is an office building."

Steve - "I just want to find these museums." Steve had the list on his phone, and I'm sure showed the guard.

Guard - "[The natural history museum] might have been an exhibit, but it closed like seven years ago. I don't know about the orientalist."

Steve - "So you're telling me that the museums listed on your website, the museum authority's website, don't actually exist?"

Guard - "Yes."

Right.

So we decide to try to find the weaponry museum.  Google Maps has it listed and it is close to our house, though it's not in a very convenient location.  There is a sign on the compound wall that says, "Weaponry Museum", and there is a cannon outside, all good signs. Steve once again goes in to check and once again comes out smiling and shaking his head.

Steve - "The guy said they've been closed for like two years.  I asked if they were planning on taking the sign down."

Me - "That would make too much sense. Shall we go to Jarrir Bookstore to see if they have paint?" (For the height chart, we didn't actually paint it the day we got the wood because we didn't have any paint.  Jarrir, is a bookstore as well as a office supply and craft store, with limited supplies of each.)

But we forgot that it isn't a Saturday and Jarrir is closed from 1-4pm every day but Saturday.  Actually, many places are closed in the afternoon, except malls, they're open all the time.

So we head home. We had an unsuccessful, yet memorable morning.