I don't even like Guinness. (There, I said it.) And yet, there's something comforting about walking into JJs, down a side street in Bahrain, and bellying up to the bar for a pint. Or a glass of something, anyway.
JJs and other watering holes in his tiny island nation know they've got all of us expats exactly where they want us: thirsty and exasperated at the end of the Saudi work week. They can charge pretty much whatever they want for a beer: and they do. We try to limit our exposure to Bahrain for fiscal reasons, but recently I've made several trips over the causeway.
When my husband and I first moved to Saudi Arabia, we lived on a very remote compound. It took three or four hours to get across the causeway to the relative ease and comfort of Bahrain. Now we live just on the other side of the bridge. Tempting, tempting....
Imagine that Maryland's Eastern Shore, connected to Annapolis and points west by the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, was another country altogether. Bahrain is that close to Saudi Arabia, with a single bridge connecting the two. Thursday afternoons, which start the Middle Eastern weekend, can be vicious on the causeway.
Life is really very nice at home in the Magic Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Not a day goes by that I'm not grateful for the opportunities we have here--financially, culturally, you name it. We are doing fine! Sometimes, though, I just need a very cold glass of good white wine. So it's off to Bahrain.