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| Not sure if this was a mosque, the palace, or our hotel (which I seem to remember as being gold and white, with a dome)? |
When John was at the Houston office, tying up loose ends, they informed him that there was one more thing we had to do. We must stop off at the Bahraini embassy -- in London! Believe you me, that was one sacrifice we were more than willing to make, especially on someone else's dime.
We arrived there on Tuesday, March 30th, put in a few hours at the office and the embassy, then spent the rest of that day and the next wandering around Piccadilly and Hyde Park, shopping for a kilt, lunching in pubs, visiting museums, and dining at a cozy little French cafe. On Thursday we got up early and packed our bags, then decided to eat one last hamburger (who knew when we'd get another?) and kill some time at Madame Tussaud's Wax Gallery, before catching our 4:00 flight to Bahrain -- a twelve hour trip, thanks to stopovers in Amsterdam and Rome.
We arrived in Manama, the capital of this island country (which is only about thirty miles long and ten miles wide from top to bottom) at 6:00 AM on Friday, April 2nd, 1976. We checked into the Gulf Hotel, ate some breakfast, and barely managed to make it to our room and crawl into bed before crashing completely.
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