The real question is, who hasn't gotten their car stuck at an important cultural heritage location? It was like I was back home again, helping push out Uncle Mick's tractor. This time, however, I may have been in the desert pushing an Egyptian's SUV off of a sand pile.
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On June 18, a large group of us left Manama in the evening to see the tree of life at the south end of the island. The tree of life is a massive mesquite tree in the desert, with no real vegetation any where near by. Thanks to a 400 year old tap root, the tree survives by sucking up water from deep aquifers. It has a very calming vibe to it because of its age, but the location also set me on edge. Looking through my photos of it, for some reason it glows at night. Probably refracting the light from the flash. But cool, regardless.
I may have also climbed the tree of life. I was assured that it wasn't culturally insensitive to climb it, though I think I worried several of my Bahraini brothers. People here aren't exactly the tree climbing types for the most part.
From the tree of life we went to the jail cells in the desert. They were used to basically torture prisoners, but it was so nice to be able to climb around in open space. I loved it. Great night in the desert.
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