Bahrain’s desert is a very busy place in the winter but when people leave after a camping season lasting several months, they leave behind their furniture, tents and even (broken) televisions. This particular camping site must’ve been the place to be when in full flow a few months ago, complete with a nightclub and a DJ in attendance, plush sofas and carpets. Sadly, it’s up to the municipality to take what is now trash, away!
“The summer sun is not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belong to the rain.”
Sometimes I wonder why I am in Bahrain – where there is no rain at all in the summer and very little in the winter, when in any case, you do not need it!
Stepping out into the backyard on a rather “cool” and breezy summer afternoon (it’s ONLY 37 Degrees C today) made me miss the terrible summer storms we had back home when I was growing up, the water flowing on the streets, the resultant traffic snarls and, of course, getting drenched on the way back from school!
But, as they say, time moves on and we grow up!
Childhood doesn’t return, does it?
One would normally associate falling laves with the end of summer but in Bahrain, with scorching temperatures, such scenes are commonplace at the beginning of the season.
No matter how much one cleans out the piles, they come right back.
While it may be painful in keeping the garden and the compound neat, the leaves are very photogenic and can come up with some interesting shots.
Take, for example, Tyson, who seems to be taking in the sharp sun and enjoying the ‘great outdoors’, notwithstanding the heat and the humidity.
And, yes, the garden not only looks, but is, parched!
Nothing much can be grown in these parts around now but whatever little there is to plant has to be well watered and meticulously looked after.
I am sometimes quite tempted to get the little piece of land around our house into some shape but have decided to wait until at least the middle of September until I do that because that’s when the weather will open up and be more conducive to gardening!
Until then, we will enjoy the summer.
This is one of the most disturbing images of life in the higher reaches of northern India. Because of the terrain, the absence of traffic and population scattered across several hills, porters such as this one carry huge amounts of goods – from boxes, cooking gas cylinders, girders, carpets – and everything else – up the steep slopes. Modern technology does not seem to have reached many parts of this continent of a nation where a very large percentage of people survive – and thrive – on hard manual labour day after day. The picture was taken in British India’s summer capital, Shimla, one of the most scenic places in the country.