A powerful week
Man, this week has been a complete rush. Today is only Sunday, first day of the week. Today we elected the first leaders of AIESEC Bahrain: Mahmood Hoori and Ala al-Saleh, the two project co-ordinators for the Bahrain Finance pbox. You guys were amazing, we could tell from the minute you stood and presented your initial research for the projects.
This week has featured a range of characters, a succession of thoughts, realisations and generally cool stuff. It has had the highs and lows of a hard week. We are all pretty tired, but wired up on the energy being given off from the project. The best thing is when we sit and think about the idea of bringing what we are bringing to this part of the world. Not for numbers, results or prestige... but because it is a fundamtentally cool program with a killer development kick.
Last friday I decided to explore Bab al Bahrain (the Gateway to Bahrain), in itself it is not overly exciting, I hear it is comparable to a generic street in India. Actually Indians are the main feature, no bags flowing with multi-coloured spices, no cool clothes, or ancient lamps of forgotten power... think watches, wallets, and tourist stuff... this is not to say that one cannot make their own fun.
Accompanied by a Goan named Simmo (Simon from India - who I ran into in a KFC, thought I would take a chance and introduce myself) we wandered the 'crowded' (come on the population is not huge) streets, up and down alleyways, generally absorbing all that was going on. Of late I am in walkabout mode, so much walking abounded. I am also in religion exploration mode: so much churching abounded. I kid you not, I went to mass, Catholic mass, on Friday. The place was chockers with Filipino and Indian Catholics. We stayed around fifteen minutes and then went and chilled in a sanctuary. I could have been in India.
Very interesting. There are still a lot of places I have yet to explore here in Bahrain. Last night Terbo took us for a drive down to the south end of the island, we drove through the deserts under a full moon, past the military bases, the oil refinaries, down to where they are building new islands and new investment opportunities. I like the deserts. I like the moon. It took forty minutes to cross the island.
This week has featured a range of characters, a succession of thoughts, realisations and generally cool stuff. It has had the highs and lows of a hard week. We are all pretty tired, but wired up on the energy being given off from the project. The best thing is when we sit and think about the idea of bringing what we are bringing to this part of the world. Not for numbers, results or prestige... but because it is a fundamtentally cool program with a killer development kick.
Last friday I decided to explore Bab al Bahrain (the Gateway to Bahrain), in itself it is not overly exciting, I hear it is comparable to a generic street in India. Actually Indians are the main feature, no bags flowing with multi-coloured spices, no cool clothes, or ancient lamps of forgotten power... think watches, wallets, and tourist stuff... this is not to say that one cannot make their own fun.
Accompanied by a Goan named Simmo (Simon from India - who I ran into in a KFC, thought I would take a chance and introduce myself) we wandered the 'crowded' (come on the population is not huge) streets, up and down alleyways, generally absorbing all that was going on. Of late I am in walkabout mode, so much walking abounded. I am also in religion exploration mode: so much churching abounded. I kid you not, I went to mass, Catholic mass, on Friday. The place was chockers with Filipino and Indian Catholics. We stayed around fifteen minutes and then went and chilled in a sanctuary. I could have been in India.
Very interesting. There are still a lot of places I have yet to explore here in Bahrain. Last night Terbo took us for a drive down to the south end of the island, we drove through the deserts under a full moon, past the military bases, the oil refinaries, down to where they are building new islands and new investment opportunities. I like the deserts. I like the moon. It took forty minutes to cross the island.
posted by Westy at 7:45 AM
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Hey John
I think you are the only person in Manama who walks....
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