The HHH folks in Manama were all Expats and just great folks. We ran with them every Wednesday when we were in port. There was also a "Black Hash" on Friday's. The down-down were hilarious: Runners with a drinking problem.
I also played a a lot of Squash at their club...apparently I was a bit of a Unicorn: An American with Squash chops.
I had my wife mail me my racquet. Who knew I'd need one!?!
A few funnies:
I lived this dream:
