I found this picture of a rotting and disintegrating dhow – resembling the skeleton of a dinosaur – in an area off the coast of Muharraq, Bahrain they call ‘The Graveyard’ for such craft as well as old fishing boats. Uncanny that it resembles what it does and at the location where it is!
The Busaiteen coast in Bahrain, once a thriving collection of rustic chalets, is now being ‘cleansed’ to make way for a luxury waterfront development. The wood and stone structures, as well as the piers leading up to them, are fast disappearing and the ocean eating into what’s left of them. Presents quite a desolate sight all of a sudden!
A whole new look at Bahrain’s Galali Township from a helicopter. One can never appreciate the ‘real’ and ‘true’ colours of houses, lanes and streets as one drives along but the striking colourful beauty comes across picture-perfect from an Ariel photograph.
Rain in Bahrain is always welcome – and coming after a very long summer, it is even more so. It’s windy, it’s cold, rather nippy at 17 degrees C (yes, that’s COLD here), and the ‘woolens’ are out for many locals.
However, for us, we have only moved indoors temporarily – until the ‘cold spell’ passes – no more the ‘bed tea’ in the garden and no more gardening late into the evening.
It’s also extraordinarily still on the shoreline – the Coast Guard have ordered boats off, amateur fishermen have taken time off and ‘beach-walkers’ have cuddled up, leaving everything calm and rather desolate.
It’s also the perfect time to take a walk, with the camera, of course, but only if it isn’t raining.
We will make the most of this short-lived season. Well, not that short, actually. The weather will still be pleasant (until the air-conditioners come back on) until the end of March so we have a little more than four months.
Meanwhile, it’s time for some gardening, some walking, a lot of enjoying the weather and, of course, the BBQ!
This was once the gateway to Bahrain – the ‘main door’ – from where everyone entered the island kingdom, also called Bab Al Bahrain – entrance to Bahrain.
That was, however, until the early 1960’s, after which gradually, things began to change and reclamation became the order of the day.
I once met an elderly gentleman who said he came to Bahrain by steamer from India more than 50 years ago, which stopped a few nautical miles off the gateway pictured here. He then had to get on a rickety old row boat that brought him ashore but not before he and all his belongings, were drenched.
That was then. Now, there is construction – roads, buildings, the Bahrain Financial Harbour, the Bahrain Bay and what have you, for a couple of kilometers where the sea once was – and it hasn’t stopped.
Where we see cars parked now and traffic moving was where the boat docked. The gateway was even then a majestic structure as seen in this picture.
Of course, over time, Bahrain has become very crowded, and very modern. The old buildings have given way to new development, and the Bab Al Bahrain has a spanking new look, in the process becoming one of the most modern ‘old’ buildings in the country.
It makes me wonder – whenever I take a walk in the area – whether all this development is worth it. What was life like back in the day? No, or very few cars, lots of bicycles, a few trucks, donkey, horse and hand carts, and no pollution!
Sometimes I wish to go back in time to take a look – and maybe never return. A few years down the line, even this will be history with perhaps a sky train and hovercraft all over the place.
That’s what time does – to an individual, a nation, to its very structure. And that very time waits for no one. So we take it in our stride!