Bahrain, البحرين II
yes this is before the war, the area Juffair, الجفير, on reclaimed land, it had been a US dormitory area, hotels, for the base ... and grew. More was as Jalal said re-landed. Jo headed back to Riyadh, accompanied on the plane by:
I waited on my visa, with the invaluable aid of a bottle of Roku gin.
. . . follows The Kingdom of Bahrain, مملكة البحرين
I negotiated the buses back to Muharraq, المحرق, which means a burnt place in Arabic, a place of ashes. There the souq re-styled, and a bookshop!
. . . back to Manama:
- medicinal herbs, traditional medicine, nearby facade
on the hunt for dinner. The test was, vegetarian? ... yes! chicken or beef? I resorted to the Lebanese Station, a chain, who did an excellent wood-fired pizza. (Even the supermarkets have gas/wood fired ovens, for baking bread.)
Visa arrived while I was sleeping. Next morning I booked my flight . . . and magically, after recording my den for posterity, jetted away.
- Bahrain Relay books & sweets boasting the best collection, from which I nabbed (notice the gaps?) (and paid for, complimenting the clerk on curation) Jacqueline Rose's Women in Dark Times and Peter Cornell's The Ways of Paradise.
- aboard the A321neo HD
