Bahraini dolphinos May 23, 2007Posted by Aella in Bahrain.
I had forgotten how much I enjoy being out at sea when we went in search for the dolphins the other day. It was pure bliss (again) riding the waves of the Gulf. Just sitting there letting the wind and sun caress my face. The smell of the sea, my little daughter closing her eyes enjoying the boat ride, the site of the dolphins gliding so gracefully through the water, all things that made me feel great.
We did see dolphins but unfortunately I didn’t manage to take any great pictures of them. You mainly saw their backs as they were gliding in and out of the water. Still it was so nice to see them. Apparently they were bottle nose dolphins.
As we stood there looking at the sea and it’s creatures two boats passed by at really fast speed. It was the Bahraini coast guard chasing a smaller boat. The smaller boat threw a large grey box overboard and shot off into the distance. They were too fast for the coast guard that after some time came back to pick the box up. The people on the tourist boat next to us became a little curious and steered their boat in the direction of the box but the coast guard quickly snatched it up in front of them. Wonder what was in there?
Manama at sunset
Moroccan bath and dolphin watching May 18, 2007Posted by Aella in Al Khobar, Bahrain, Beirut, Culture, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Saudi culture, Sweden.
My day at Dessange was bliss aha hm hmm. First I had a Moroccan bath with steam sauna, scrub and I don’t know what was going on. Made me sleepy. Then I went on to a massage and a facial. I must say the head massage was the nicest part of this even if it wasn’t as long as I would have preferred cus I luuuv head massage. I could have one all day and every day.
Anyway, after that I went into the salon and had a pedicure while eating reaaaallly nice sandwiches from a place called Cafe Loulou (I think that’s how it’s spelled). Now that place I have to visit. The sandwiches were to die for. Little nice square buns with halloumi and other goodies that I, who was hungry and had only eaten a banana for breakfast quickly ate (I am a disgrace I know). Finished off with a manicure, hair treatment with oils and more head massage and hmm I don’t know what it was and a blow dry. Felt pretty nice afterwards.
Of all the things I did I must say the Moroccan bath was the best. The other treatments were good too but the Moroccan bath was great.
Today we are off to a boat for some dolphin watching. I really didn’t know there were dolphins in the Gulf (I dare not say Persian Gulf nor Arabian- even if I always thought it is the Persian Gulf) so that’s all news to me. I really hope we will see some dolphins…
I was thinking yesterday that in Sweden and in many other countries we wear black when we mourn. In Lebanon they were black and white. In Saudi they wear black and white every day of the year. What do they wear outside to show they mourn the loss of a loved one?
Wednesday in Manama May 16, 2007Posted by Aella in Al Khobar, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Saudi culture.
Our days here in Bahrain took a sad turn yesterday. My sister in laws maid had a phone call from Indonesia and was told that her husband had died from an electric shock. Just like that. Poor guy was only 35 years old. She was going to go home soon and he was busy preparing things (some electrical stuff) at home when it happened. So today she is going back.
Since our maid isn’t here either due to the fact that she doesn’t have her multiple exit re-entry visa yet, I have spent the day at home with the kids while the rest has been out helping the poor Indonesian girl to get hold of her papers so she can leave. It’s so much about papers, papers, papers down here…
In any case, I won’t be doing some of the things I planned to do here but I will… go to Dessange Spa tomorrow and get six hours of pampering. Sooo can’t wait.
And yes it is good to be here. Seeing women working in shops, driving cars, sitting and chilling in cafes and everywhere else. And no men aren’t as desperate here as in Saudi….
Bahrain ooh yeah! May 14, 2007Posted by Aella in Al Khobar, Bahrain, Beirut, Saudi Arabia, Saudi culture.
Today, the day has come. It’s the day when I can leave the kingdom and go for some fresh air in Bahrain. Not that we have received little ones Swedish passport oooh nooo but we have added her to her fathers Lebanese passport. The cute thing was when he received it after she was added and the guy who fixed it goes -Oh and now she has to come with you every time you travel. And he was serious. Cus that’s what they had told him at the “bridge” when he came to sort our out multiple exit and re-entry visas. Needless to say it’s not true…
I haven’t been out of Khobar since mid January and hmm I don’t know what to say… I am becoming numb? Or perhaps crazy? Surely the guy that took our parking and had me jumping out of the car shouting at him the other day would agree to that. Ah, anyway.
The other day by the pool a Lebanese lady walked up to me and started talking. She asked how long I have been here and if I like it. I replied how long and that since I before this lived in Beirut didn’t find this too nice actually. Then I asked her the same… She replied that she had been here for 23 years and that I will soon learn to like it. Ugh! How, I thought? I did feel a little mean since after 23 years in a place you surely consider it to be home.
Later I thought about what she had said and asked myself what difference time will make in this case. I mean, in one year I will still depend on men to get anywhere here and I still won’t be able to drive. In two years this society will still look pretty much the same (no offence if you like it but it’s not my cup of tea) and it’s a society run by only men visible(are there actually any women living here?). In three years time I will still be stared upon like a piece of meat by desperate men from all around the globe ‘cus I’m showing my face and hair. In four years time I will still have to sit behind walls in dark places and have my coffees and my lunches when I eat out. I will probably have lost my dress sense and will wear I don’t know what cus who cares when you have to wear an abaya everywhere aaaaaand in five years time I will most likely jump off the bridge between the kingdoms (watch me flyyyy aaaaah!).
So what difference will it make?
What does one do here for 23 years?
Anyway I will go and pack now and in a few hours I will roll down my window and let the wind tangle my hair as I am heading towards Manama.