The expat population in Bahrain just outnumbers the born and bred locals. The vast majority of those expats being of Indian, predominantly south Indian. It makes for a pretty interesting environment to live in. You’ll get pockets of areas where mostly Westerners will live or Indians or Bahrainis. Just like any other country.
The Indian population has really helped build Bahrain. Literally. Throughout the endless building sites the majority of the workers you’ll see are Indian. As a way to acknowledge the Indian population Little India was born.
Winter brings out all the people and all the events here. Especially outdoor events. Something about making the most of all the outdoor time before the heat comes in to kill us all. That’s a tad over dramatic. But trust me, it feels like it.
Even with me still being a touch ill, read more than a touch, I needed some fresh air. Just to be outside. Out of the house. Feel a bit of that sunshine and warmth on my face.
There are a few things that’s done differently in Bahrain. The (lack of) use of indicators and mirrors while driving is one example. Camping is the other.
Last Friday night I drove out into the “desert” to spend the night with some friends, camping under the stars. Why the quotation marks? Because it was just half an hour away from home, in the middle of some oil fields. Not many. Just a few. And not so much camping under the stars as camping under some epic floodlights, which are a key feature of the camp.
It’s been a while since I’ve written about doing anything “out and about” in Bahrain. Summer hits and it’s too damn hot to even want to do anything. Thankfully, the weather is now beginning to break! Days are still hot, but more bearable. The evenings though – they’re becoming the perfect.
This past Monday evening, we capitalised on Anish’s day off and headed off for the evening to see some cars. Yes, cars. This is a shared passion. Well, not really a passion for me, but big interest. BIG. Thanks to my brother and dad most likely. Dad liked his cars, and racing in general. My brother’s always been into them too. And somewhere along the lines that permeated into me.
It’s been over a year since moving to Bahrain and I’ve already slipped into that not a tourist mode that I lived in while in London. Well, I think I slipped into that a long time ago. It’s great being able to feel at home somewhere completely new. But a little bit sad thinking I haven’t done nearly all the tourist-y things I should be doing, living here.
Like visiting the Bahrain National Museum
Okay, maybe I played that up a little bit much. Unlike London, there’s nothing like National History Museum, Victoria & Albert, Tate Modern or Science Museum. Which is a shame, because after visiting the Bahrain National Museum I realised there’s actually a massive amount of history about this little island that I had no idea about. And it’s an ancient history going back hundreds of years. Due to the massive amount of constant building work and reclaiming of land that has happened in the past few decades, some of this history has been unearthed very recently.