The path from the airplane door to the entrance to our hotel in Kuwait was reminiscent of a classic video game: you have to overcome multiple hurdles, or levels if you will, to get to the next, until you reach your final destination. First up was the visa, which most of the group had to queue for in a never ending line. Then they held one of the reps in passport control for a little over an hour for “security reasons” (She had an American passport but was born in Iraq). As the group assembled outside waiting for our bus, the next run-in with Murphy’s Law materialized in the form of..our bus. It was large enough for our luggage, but not for us. We waited another 30 minutes or so while they got a van to take the luggage, then we boarded the bus and we were on our way. But Mr. Murphy was not about to let us go so easily. This was the “boss level”, to use a video game analogy. The bus got out of the airport grounds, but wouldn’t get out of second gear, and it broke down a couple miles down the highway. The group broke into a communal fit of laughter, while Joseph, the group leader and fair organizer, yelled his butt off on the phone at some poor soul at the hotel. It was so much fun.