Notes from a small island

As we continued the expedition I found out the latest teen trend which apparently was red skinny jeans for boys along with the useless blackberry phone. My vision was then disturbed by a huge photo of three happy men. Apparently they were the royal family. As we came closer to the hotel we went passed the grand mosque where the driver decided to pray. The main attraction of the mosque was being big not to mention only 20 people came to pray.

After the prayer we came to the hotel which was opposite the mosque. As soon as I entered the hotel I was given the keys to my room. Apparently the room was so nice and clean they forgot to flush the toilets and make the beds. Since the main reason I was in a country I hadn’t heard of was a business conference I thought I might get a leaflet that shows me what the main attractions of this country was since the conference was at 9 tomorrow. Luckily the hotel manager had a tour guide who surely guided me everywhere which was nowhere. I didn’t really want to see a tree or take a photo so that crossed of the tree of life. I also hated museums so that crossed of the only museum in Bahrain. This left the f1 which had no events so I was left with having a nap at 6 at night. Waking up at 10 was a strange feeling. Especially when you’re hungry. For some reason McDonalds came to my mind so I asked the reception of the hotel to give me the number. While asking for a simple number he tried his best to recommend the hotels café but after seeing it had nothing I continued for the decision of a big Mac. That was another headache a when I said I wanted a cheeseburger the employee at McDonalds asked; ‘do you want that with cheese’. I didn’t bother explaining and just said yes as I was too hungry. The food came very quickly as it was next to the hotel and after eating something big that was tasteless I felt it was worth it. As the clock reached 11 I realized I needed to go to sleep so I set my alarm clock for 8 and went to sleep.

Waking up tired was one thing but to the alarm clock was another as I felt even more tired. However I did wake up happy as I was leaving back to Dubai in 7 hours. I got in to my suit and carried a briefcase full of nothing to make me look important. The hotel had a breakfast everyday which I spilled most of on my suit anyway. The taxi driver then drove me to the Sheraton hotel where the conference was situated on another epic journey where this time at the traffic light he rolled his windows and got into a fight. As I walked into the conference I was informed it was cancelled allowing me to go the hotel where once the I was amazed with the driving again. This time something else happened where some guy crashed on us and came out only to mention it was our fault. Checking out of the hotel was no problem as well as they charged me for towels which they claimed missing. Since the company I work for was paying for it I wasn’t really bothered complaining they weren’t there to begin with. My journey back home give me a sigh of relief even though I missed the driving. Maybe the trip was pointless as the conference was cancelled but important lessons were learnt. The biggest one was not going back there at all.