Life as Robinson Crusoe on my own desert Island of Das, Arabian Gulf

Well this is my first week in this miserable desert island, jeez it is a long time since i have lived like a frikkin prisoner in a crappy 27 year old converted container. I am awoken at all hours by people walking along the metal walkways clanking there was to work or whatever they do in the middle of the night, it is full of crazy looking indians, who wear lots of warm head clothing when it is ok but have bare feet in sandals. There is no TV, no internet, no telephone, zero entertainment, 12 hours work a day is enough to put you to sleep. I had my laptop banned as it had a camera, so i had to get a PC for the office which i manage to hook up to the local internet here but, i hate spending anymore time in the office. So i had to buy my own tv from the one of 6 shops on the island, yes we have 6 indian owned shops, not even on the corners. They have everything in them, electronics and clothes of every kind, foods and drinks, apart from beer, and it is always full of poor people milling about just trying to kill the hours between sleeping and working, not much else to do apart from watching other folks spend money. There is a gym but i wish i had the energy to do something in the gymn after work, there is a mosque but I can stand the smell of all those stinky feet. The other problem is i am midway through the build of my third floor roof terrace and i cannot do much about what they are doing. I just get sent photos of what is completed and cannot have any input, oh that is so frustrating. I have seven more weeks of this irritation and long hours, but i have to pay for the third floor somehow.




It really is a dusty little shithole, apart from when it rains and turns it into a muddy little shithole