The original Bahrain Bitch post written last summer still receives thousands of views and the keywords people type into the search engine to reach this site show up on my mainframe and make for some amusing reading. Here are some examples: topless Czech waitresses Bahrain; friendly Russian prostituters (sic) Bahrain; number phone of a prostitute in Bahrain; Moroccan bitches Manama; posh jerk me off, etc. Hehe, now that’s what the web was invented for! And that last one is truly weird.
So in the interests of surfers everywhere I took my remaining 3 days of emergency leave (we get 5 a year) and headed out of the sand onto the causeway for a final hurrah in Manama, debauchery central, and where, quite amazingly, it was raining, windy and cold.
My current job began in Bahrain in January 2010 when my soon-to-be employer told me not to get a work visa in London but to go to this tiny island state because "we have a man in the embassy". Unfortunately the man in the embassy wasn't in the embassy (probably down the pub with a couple of Chinese sheilas) and so I spent 4 weeks in the two star al-Yamamah Plaza Hotel, swimming, reading, walking around, drinking and chatting to Thai and Ethiopian working girls who rang my room morning, noon and and night. When the man in the embassy did finally show up I had to have a full medical check and I decided that my soon-to-be employer wouldn't look too favourably on the new guy turning up with Galloping Knob-rot, a well-known medical condition, and so I resisted their ample charms, offering a cup of tea instead..
Hehe, I can just see crowds of terrified, screeching schoolgirls running up and down the corridors pursued by rodents. Kind of a symbol for things to come later in life. Meanwhile ...
"Private school suspended: the school was home to a labourers’ camp comprising 25 workers."
Much of Bahrain's population is made up of Indians and they're not happy ....
"Indian community irked by shilly-shallying embassy. Delay in processing passport, extra cost and poor staffing among major issues."
I can sympathise here, having tried to get a visa for India with similiar results. The final straw in my attempts came when an agent's fees were higher than the cost of a return flight.
In the Entertainment section ...
"Disco With 12-Year Old, Jail With Security Guard. A woman who took a 12-year-old girl to a disco in Manama was jailed for two years. “The mother of the child left her with me as she traveled to Saudi. I had a date with my boyfriend and we had booked a room in the hotel.”
Disgraceful!
In international news: Panda bite victim gets $80,000 in Gansu.
I was once holed up in a remote Gansu hotel room (surprisingly hookerless ... maybe they were all in Bahrain) for 48 hours while a storm raged outside and I wasn't offered any compensation for that ordeal or for being propositioned by a couple of German poofs. Luckily I had some waccy-baccy with me.
Seeking sustenance on the morning after, I went over to Manama's infamous Diggers Bar - a perpetual twilight world of iniquity - where even at lunchtime the Chinese hookers outnumber patrons by four to one (now there's a tip for all you perverts out there in cyberspace! Wink, wink) begging the question whether there are any women left in China, cf. Gansu? Within seconds of taking a seat, looking forward to a full English breakfast (with bacon!), a made-up chick was instantaneously occupying the next chair and offering to cook me Beijing Duck back at her place. Like Jeddah Ali and pictures of his guns, she had photos on her phone of dishes laden with Chinese grub. I think that's known in the trade as a 'sales pitch'.