I spent over two weeks in London, mostly outside, to compensate for the lack of trees in Bahrain and the denial of access to these places (deemed non-essential) for so long, which was still an issue during my visit. This is the reason I was in London instead of making a return trip to Turkey: because the country wasn’t following the airline’s guidance on the current worldwide issue.

Upon returning to my temporary home, I will pay for a brain-poking test and a three-month visa. I drop Caleb off at work so that we can have some much-needed time together. I returned to the house and noticed while doing laundry (his clean and mine not) that I used three pants, four tops, three bras (I could’ve used another), six pairs of socks, a sweater I got on the trip, and enough undies for every day I was there. I wore a shirt and shorts pajama combo and brought two tops I didn’t use.

I vacuumed our three-bedroom place, took out the trash, cleaned the kitchen, and returned to the base to get our utilities check. I go to our bank first and pull out dollars, and then the currency exchange upstairs for dinars. The guys behind the glass will take care of delivering the payment. The following are just a few, ok more than a few, posted signs that caught my eye throughout the city.