It’s harder than I expected it to get back into the routine of writing on a regular basis. For lack of a specific topic, and to avoid staring at a blank page for much longer (because it is driving me crazy), here’s a little life update.
All by myself
I’ve been left to fend for myself for the next three weeks while Anish is Stateside for work. It’s tough. Working from home, I’m accustomed to someone else being here for at least half the day. It’s a little tougher this time without any close friends or family. Time will fly by, and I’ll have someone to make my morning coffees, and cook my lunches for me again.
Writing your first blog post after an unexpected and unplanned hiatus is not unlike reconnecting with a friend who you haven’t seen in a long time. Do you play catch-up, filling in all the details of the time gone by? Or jump straight into something new and important that you can’t wait to share? Perhaps play awkward and will the awkward silence to be filled magically by something or someone else.
Hello awkward silence.
This past weekend, Saturday May 21st to be exact, marked the two-year anniversary of my move to Bahrain. TWO WHOLE YEARS. The date isn’t in my calendar, so I sort of forgot. I knew the move date was around May in 2014, sometime towards the end of the month. Mild boredom and curiosity got the better of me on Friday night, so I searched my blog to remind myself. Good thing I keep track of those important things somewhere.
The afternoon spent at My Son was one of the highlights of the entire trip to Vietnam. Not just the type spent at My Son, but also the time spent on the journey to and from there.
The My Son ruins (or Cham Ruins) are a cluster of ruined and abandoned Hindu temples, built between the 4th and the 14th century AD by the kings of Champa. Think of them as Vietnam’s own Angkor Wat. One of the eight UNESCO World Heritage sites in Vietnam. And I felt like Lara Croft and Indiana Jones walking around them.
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.