Travel Blogs from Salmiyah
... br> Door in the morning at 625am
My final unmutable alarm
Next the ding of the lift
To convey you
And your noisy roller bag
I have developed something of an
Envy of your routine
The regularity indicating
A man superior
To my morning groaning flurry
Of misapplied clothes
Not even attempted
Wilfred Waters 2014
... be capable of 80km/h. They had played under 12, then under 16, then senior cricket for their hometown together, David batting 5th and a fairly average fielder, James a wicketkeeper who batted third, on after the first wicket. They had fought over a simultaneous crush as 10 year olds, their friendship untouched only because both were rejected. Fishing was the salve of their souls, the centre of the week even though it was on a weekend. It didn't need to be a huge adventure, it just ...
... tower. DUE TO DANGER FROM CARS, DO NOT RIDE ACROSS THE ROAD AT THE END OF THE RACE. I am not organising a person to watch this line or wield a timer. I am trusting participants to acknowledge the winner amongst themselves if it really comes down to the line. If it is too close to call, it is too close to call :-) I will draw a finish line in the sand ...
... It also means it's easier for the organisation and its workers to look good in the eyes of their god and peers and so gain heaven credit points. The same goes for foreign aid that governments give. It's almost good that the recipients have low agency so that a dependency occurs and they become more easy to influence through the threat of withdrawing aid.
I guess this may all seem a bit cynical, so ...
... artworks laying inside, cooling after having been in the violent, furnace-like temperatures all night. Melted from jagged piles of glass shards and pellets into truly beautiful rainbow coloured plates, platters, fish, panels and the like. 3 phase electrical cabling snaking to fuse boxes, the sense of a complex, technical operation that my grandfather, an electrical engineer, needed to help set up.