In the Middle East the weekend is Friday and Saturday, as Friday is the holy day, back to work on Sunday. I’m in a bit of a daze, having lost all this sleep and having been woken early. But I am jolted by energy when I see where I am living for the next two weeks, in an area called Jumeirah.
What a beautiful place, greenery everywhere, potted plants, and a back door that opens up right to the beach. It truly is a sight. I can feel the “big relax” settling in and it feels wonderful. Bevan and I spend the day in chill mode, catching up, exploring the beach and looking at our photos from China that I brought with me. Bevan’s memory is much better than mine and we spend hours reliving all of the strange and superb times traipsing through the Far East. What a crazy world that was. I love how it united us with experiences that built our character, and now we can see how our character developed over the years.
TIP: Lug the 10 pounds of old photos – reliving special moments is well worth it.
Published journalist, world traveller, big thinker, fun haver