Faced with the decision to stop over in either London or Bahrain on my way back home, I had to ask myself, as we all do from time to time, what would Samuel Benoit do? Samuel Benoit would go to Bahrain, that’s what he would do, and that’s what he did. My university friend, oil-brat Lianne Chung, was visiting with her family next door in Qatar, so I invited myself over her place for a week of napping in the belly of the mid-east oil-beast.
A month of service at the House of Worship in Delhi earned me a huge sleep debt, one that I paid off in Qatar by conking out every time I entered a car, sat on a couch, at a table or went to a party. Lianne’s family is still sure that I was dying of something, which is funny because Lianne and her brother consistently sleep through the first two months of their summers in Qatar because of “jet-lag”. Funnier still because Lianne doesn’t have her own blog to deny this in.
In this last post chronicling/milking last year I have posted to my flickr page a set of photos from Qatar and one from Bahrain. Above is a short video from the afternoon we went duning in the desert next to Saudi Arabia. You might be asking, what is duning? My understanding is that the term refers to the act of hiring a couple guys to drive like maniacs in the desert and play you their favorite cassette of bad trance music again and again as you bounce around in the back of their giant SUVs .
Samuel Benoit 
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