Just 45 minutes across the causeway today, an new record. Nothing to do with the fact that my car now has oil in the engine either.
I met Ben Hornsea in the Seef Mall. I haven’t seen him since he left in Year 9 some years ago. He is 17 now and planning on joining the RAF to train on Nimrod aircraft as a technical systems officer following the completion of his A levels in a few weeks. He is taller than me now and looks good.
There are oodles of white people in the Seef today; strangely disturbing. Perhaps they have been coached in for some event or other. My double, the KFUPM lecturer often mistaken for me around Al Khobar, has just walked into Starbucks. No doubt there will be double the usual number of Mr Hardcastle sightings reported at school tomorrow. I wouldn’t care, but he is much, much older than me.
Nothing on at the cinema that I haven’t seen already, or have on illicit Malaysian DVD. I would have gone to see Tristan and Isolde if didn’t have a copy that I will probably never watch at home. I would much rather watch movies at the cinema than on TV. Perversely though, the very fact that I own a poor £1 copy that I’ll never watch makes me reluctant to pay out £3 to watch it here.
I saw Ahmed and Kyle walking through Marks and Spencers. They were just going out of one door as I came in the other.
Bought a book on Podcasting and on the Mac OS.
I would like to write something interesting, but my brain seems to be dead. Not unlike my iPod. The battery went flat on the way across the causeway as I was listening to Allan Benett’s Untold Stories. His writing, and reading are amazing. He had me laughing one minute and biting back the tears the next. His audiobook is so depressing that I can only listen to it in short bursts.
I have one of the more comfortable chairs in Starbucks, and, my coffee long having been drunk, am now taking up a much coveted spot. Periodically people stand by my table in the meaningful way that my mother does. Concentrating on my laptop screen gives me the advantage though. They can’t make eye contact.
Back in Saudi at 2.45 the temperature is 52°C or almost 126°F.
I met Ben Hornsea in the Seef Mall. I haven’t seen him since he left in Year 9 some years ago. He is 17 now and planning on joining the RAF to train on Nimrod aircraft as a technical systems officer following the completion of his A levels in a few weeks. He is taller than me now and looks good.
There are oodles of white people in the Seef today; strangely disturbing. Perhaps they have been coached in for some event or other. My double, the KFUPM lecturer often mistaken for me around Al Khobar, has just walked into Starbucks. No doubt there will be double the usual number of Mr Hardcastle sightings reported at school tomorrow. I wouldn’t care, but he is much, much older than me.
Nothing on at the cinema that I haven’t seen already, or have on illicit Malaysian DVD. I would have gone to see Tristan and Isolde if didn’t have a copy that I will probably never watch at home. I would much rather watch movies at the cinema than on TV. Perversely though, the very fact that I own a poor £1 copy that I’ll never watch makes me reluctant to pay out £3 to watch it here.
I saw Ahmed and Kyle walking through Marks and Spencers. They were just going out of one door as I came in the other.
Bought a book on Podcasting and on the Mac OS.
I would like to write something interesting, but my brain seems to be dead. Not unlike my iPod. The battery went flat on the way across the causeway as I was listening to Allan Benett’s Untold Stories. His writing, and reading are amazing. He had me laughing one minute and biting back the tears the next. His audiobook is so depressing that I can only listen to it in short bursts.
I have one of the more comfortable chairs in Starbucks, and, my coffee long having been drunk, am now taking up a much coveted spot. Periodically people stand by my table in the meaningful way that my mother does. Concentrating on my laptop screen gives me the advantage though. They can’t make eye contact.
Back in Saudi at 2.45 the temperature is 52°C or almost 126°F.
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1 comment:
Hey Nick,
I just found your blog and read most of the entries for May. I've decided that I don't really need to see you anymore, at least not to hear your news since it's all right here, in a play-by-play. Bahrain today, your car is fixed and you wrecked it yourself, the Thursday work day, etc. All news since I saw you last.
I'm jealous of your "Day in Bahrain" - the pictures are wonderful. Actually looks like an interesting place. Not one I've seen yet.
Lu
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