Dust storms aren’t uncommon in Bahrain. Far from a weekly, or even monthly occurrence. But I’ve got used to seeing “widespread dust” as a weather forecast on my phone. They can last an entire day, or be burned up in the midday sun. Sometimes the dust rolls in during the afternoon, creating havoc on the roads at night as visibility shrinks to just metres.
There’s this romantic view people have of camels roaming the deserts of the Middle East. They don’t roam the desert, but do occupy a farm in Bahrain. Real romantic.
The Royal Camel Farm in Janabiyah is one of the many free to visit tourist attractions in Bahrain. One that I actually thought was a rumour, until I visited it late last year. And then again earlier this year. I had to find something to do with my parents when they came.
Since the end of January it’s fair to say that a lot has happened. As it should have—that was nearly three months ago.
The other day I said to Anish, “the photo-a-day 365 project’s going well so far. It’s not felt difficult and I haven’t missed a single day yet”. It’s only been a month.
But in the spirit of remembering to recognise and be proud of my own accomplishments I’m giving myself a high-five for getting through the first month, while remaining motivated to see this thing through.
It’s a fantastic feeling–being productive. Getting shit done and accomplishing something feels good. Thanks to my and Anish’s work schedules (not really thanks because it sucks a lot), I have every weekday evening to myself to be productive and get shit done. But there are some days when all I want to do is switch off for the entire evening and do as close to nothing as possible. And yet when I do that I feel guilty that I’ve wasted time by not being productive.