Sometimes the weather gets the better of you. And it’s okay when that happens. Do the best that you can, but it’s no failure if rather than sucking it up, you want to curl up in the hotel room.
After the highs of Hoi An we headed a little way up north to another central Vietnamese city – Hue. As soon as we were over Hai Van Pass, there was rain. And we didn’t see the last of that rain until we were headed back south a few days later.
I know what you’re thinking – you’re from London, you should be used to the rain! Well, I am. Sort of. Living in Bahrain has made me soft! And the rain’s the main reason why 99% of the photos from Hue are from the inside of the Imperial City…
On the central coast of Vietnam is the city of Hoi An. Known for it’s well-preserved Ancient Town, food and amazing mix of architecture, it was our first destination on the trip to Vietnam. After a brief one night stay in Saigon. I’m just going to let the photos do the talking for a little while.
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.