
Last ride in Bahrain…for now. OK, I admit it. I don’t want to go back to the United States. Neither would you. Here, there are no helicopters. No sirens. No bike riders with helmets. No guns. No George Bush. The BBC actually talks about the rest of the world. The fish is fresh. I can walk alone in the Scorpio full moon evening without harassment. I can ride a horse in its ancient homeland, and the songs are pouring out of me. But music calls and I miss my loved ones, beautiful Mount Tam, and the crispy chicken at Whole Foods. There is so much life to live. So much risk to take. So much adventure. I feel soothed and inspired by this land. Bahrain: another home on planet earth. Gratefully, Pilar