There’s a place I’ve been itching to go to in Bahrain for the longest time. Once you find out what this place is, you’re going to be questioning why I was itching to go to it. I don’t actually know. Maybe just weird curiosity. Maybe because exploring the random little places of Bahrain is what I class as fun.
Last year it was Chakazoolu, this year it’s Salmaniya Water Garden – a park/old amusement park with some incredibly dodgy rides and one of the weirdest vibe you’ll find in Bahrain.
Weekends lately have been crammed. Sadly we’ve spent a few of them saying goodbye to newly made friends. (something I’m still getting used to, as an expat) But saying goodbye is a great excuse to go out and do something. And do something we did, last weekend. Anish and I headed down to Riffa Fort to take some friends of ours, who are heading to the States, for breakfast at Saffron. Despite them having lived in Bahrain for far longer than us, they’d never been! So it only felt fitting that in their final couple of weeks they should go to one of our favourite breakfast eateries on the island.
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.