This was a 10 day trip for me to see my first Formula One race, and more importantly, climb The Tree of Life.
My seats were at turn 1, which has the best potential for crashes and take overs due to the straight away and hair-pin turn. Yikes, these F1 cars are LOUD as hell. You hear the engines burble and scream as they enter and leave a corner, leaving your skin with goosebumps that I can still feel today. Nico Roseburg took home the win for the circuit that night, and then it was time for me to be off to explore some of the other gems that Bahrain has to offer.
By gem, of course I mean the Tree of Life. I spent my childhood climbing trees and hangin out in them, because why not, okay? I never lost that sense of wonderment. We all know, trees are everywhere, and what makes one sooooo special they dub it The Tree of Life? This one exists in the middle of a desert, with no known source of water, and with almost no rain. Yet, it flourishes. Beautiful green leaves and sprawling branches, make this one sweet tree LOL
Me: *slaps root*
"you can fit a whole Midwestern town of kids in this"
When I arrived, I expected fences and all kinds of signs to not touch the tree, yada yada. Only to be met with, nothing! I literally jumped into that bitch and felt the rush of nostalgia flow over me.
|Chillin in the Tree of Life|
|Bahrain's first oil well.....woot woot|
Its around 8:30 PM and after a day of booze, balloons, and brunch I was ready for the turn up. My buddy invited several of his co-workers and best friends over to meet me. I was loving the company, we all continued to drink and laugh, sharing stories of our travels. Time is now about 10 PM, and fuck I am getting all kinds of messy. We danced, we laughed some more, and then we started to jokingly make dares....which is a great way to get me to agree to do anything. The next few hours became one large nude blur. My clothes had exited the room, and for the people who were just showing up to the party, this was a treat. I spent the entire evening naked, never sure if the next patron through the door would be a high ranking military official or the pizza boy. It didn't matter. You were seeing my dick. and I was loving that.
|Bahrain International Circuit|
I loved this place.