The tour has been exquisite. It began as a solitary journey + a friend. However, I wanted to patronize the young gunner who caught my attention. I really think we caught his attention. However, his span ran short after I asked him to share his earnings. Another lesson in capitalism
It’s been a long journey. I could go for a meal, but I prolong my hunger. My palate hasn’t adapted yet. I postpone while Roy indulges. “Anything for you sir?” I ponder, and ask for a water. After twenty minutes, 5 waiters, and a game of charades, it arrives…chilled.
I’ve interlocked in conversations on plenty of occasions. An exercise that seems routine to me is high art for another. I never knew my words had such an impact. We can communicate in the same language. It’s not merely vocab and grammar, but my cadence and klat that gets her.
A take a routine stroll to the store. I bump into an acquaintance. The routine has transformed into a novel experience. I agree to join. We wait, and wait, and wait. All of the taxis are occupied. Suddenly, a stranger picks us up, we’re all going to the same destination.
It’s a beautiful day on Manama Bay. Jet skiing is a welcomed excursion. A wet suit suits the day’s task. I transform. I have a weggie, my suit just doesn’t seem to line up. As stroll down the marina it occurs to me, “My zipper is facing the wrong direction!”
It’s a pleasant summer day. The lake is calm. The sun is shinning. I take refuge in the forest’s canopy. I’ve been stalked by a youngster. He’s been very gregarious, but he has a motive. A few bucks sends him away. There’s something else lurking. Money won’t due this time.
It’s been a long day, but hey they’re all 24 hours. My hunger pains accentuate every second. My stomach roars as we wait for a cab. A cab? This time of day, at this time of year? A passerby comes to our rescue! Perfect timing, and we ride in style.