For the next three weeks BP (Baby Pilot) drove 45 mins each way, each day to see me. At first I admit my cranky scepticism was full blown. No one is that nice, right.
One day he drove my brother and me to the gold souk in Deira so that I could take my bro on an abra ride. (Tourist aside: You could go for a boat ride in the Jumeriah Madinat for 50 Dirhams, or you could go on the abra for 2 Dirhams.) We had been waiting all day to go and I hadn’t eaten a thing. I was starving and couldn’t find a snack anywhere. But all the gold was keeping me occupied, so I forgot about being hungry.
BP asked us to wait for a few minutes and hustles off. He comes back carrying an arm load of biscuits and juice, the only thing he could find.
And so I fell in love. (Insert Homer Simpsons Doooh! In here)