Suddenly, the Arabic ladies in the Iraqi bar made sense - actually it all made sense.Here was a four-star hotel in Bahrain providing in-house prostitutes for its guests - now this indeed was a startling revelation!One short evening made me realise that my previously held opinion of the Gulf States inhabited solely by prudish people had been irrevocably altered.For regardless of the prominent culture or religion you happen to encounter on this planet; the world’s oldest and most enduring profession will always find a way to survive, even if it does not necessarily thrive.nonsense You fail to remark that the women mentioned are mostly trafficked into working as prostitutes; spending a few days in the gulf does not make you an expert. You discern that, again, from a couple of bars / hotels?However, my subsequent experience in Bahrain made me question this initial presumption.Bahrain was abuzz on my arrival for it was only 48 hours before the Formula One Grand Prix.
It was obvious that the Islamic belief in modesty of women and prohibition of alcohol did not apply here - I was perplexed.
The Iraqi bar was something more in line with my expectations - a plump lady on stage belting out some famous Iraqi songs (is that an oxymoron? Again, a heavy haze of sheesha smoke hung beneath the ceiling, and alcohol was liberally consumed.
The singers of the evening were quite talented, but despite an absence of overt licentious behaviour, there was something odd about this place.
On the surface, the Gulf States are a wealthy land populated by modestly dressed men and women who follow conservative values.
However, underneath this veneer, there writhes debauchery of a most surprising kind.