Our departure was quite surreal, as we left not on our Aramco bus, but in a caravan of SUVs to cross the border into Bahrain. We obtained temporary visas (another stamp in my passport book), and had dinner in the new country. The rules across the lines were definetley relaxed, as we were allowed to remove our abayas. After a couple of hours of 70's and 80's disco music, a saloon- type atmosphere, and smelling of smoke, we boarded our plane to head home. Amy and I held up fairly well for the long evening, as our flight was at 2:30 am.
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