Bahrain in the Gulf

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I was longing for some new epic travel venture to satisfy my nomadic spirit, and south America had been one proposal, but ultimately I chose to accept the offer of being a platonic companion on an Arabic island, with Mike who had long been my admirer, since student days in London. He knew how to give a girl an experience of elite worlds and good luxurious living. Bahrain was the sacred ancient Dilmun and though a desert island had natural fresh water springs, maybe much more exciting in that distant pagan past than now. I was initially a long term V.I.P. guest at the five star Sheraton hotel, then once we found a luxury apartment I continued to go to the Sheraton many mornings with my swimming pool membership. But I also roamed in the desert rock and sands, walking long distances alone and forgoing the understood rule of the expatriate to always travel by car or taxi. I had a special rock to visit; I christened it Woo's Rock and took my guitar there to sing songs to the desert spaces. There was also a 'tree of life' around which camels would find shelter and which I climbed. I engaged myself in visits to an orphanage and to the long term ill children of the hospital, the only chance I could get to actually meet genuine Bahraini women, the mothers of the unfortunate children. I studied water colouring at an art studio, ran with the hash house harriers, found an old Hindu temple in the souk, and hung out with Christians.

  • Cocktail Party
  • My Home in Bahrain
Trip Start Oct 01, 1984
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Trip End Dec 20, 1984


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