Ya gotta get that sand of your shoulder…

Ketan, and our pimped out whip

Now there really is a lot of sand in Bahrain… trees, grass, not so much, but truly- shit loads of sand. The other day my fellow Sloanie and intern, Ketan, and I were forced to park in the sand lot a ways from our office. After a hard working morning, we went back to the car on a mission to find some shawarma. Problem was the lot was packed with cars blocking any decent exits out of the lot. After driving around in the sand and feeling like I was in training to command the next Mars rover we finally got fed up trying to find a way out, so I turned the car around and started to pick up speed.

Ketan looks over, "Dude, you're taking this thing off the curb ?"

"It's a rental, I was a consultant, it's only natural… faster is better for something like this right?"

"Uh, yeah that kinda makes sense."

"Ok."

Pedal to the floor, over a dirt mound, off the curb, and safely on our way to shawarma- gotta love it.

Driving in Bahrain is like driving in Boston, just with more sand, better drivers, and just as many pointless roundabouts.

Then again, you don't see this is Boston. MTV's got nothing on this baby...