Tulip Inn - Dammam
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... and if they don't happen well at least I have a home in Australia...... I just don't have a passport with an exit visa in it to get there........(sigh) "Insha"Allah."
So this week I have focused on baking, I can never make bread in Australia, I just don't have the few hours free in the house to actually go through the rise, knock down, rise and bake cycle and the sour dough rye in the deli at the end of the street is chewy, yummy perfection so ...
... five in Saudi Arabia I may actually get to the mall everytime that I have tried to go it has been shut. During Ramadam the shops don't really open until 2000 at night which is just a little bit odd for me, so I am looking forward to get there during daytime hours for a browse in Marks and Sparks and Debhmans. Never thought that I would say that, I hate shopping malls in Australia!!!
The end of Ramadam has seen a return to 'normal' around ...
... chicken noodle soup and yoghurt for dinner. Then I was a little bored because I should have been studying but instead was procrastinating.
I opened the door to see what the world was doing and heard the evening prayer call, I find it a haunting kind of noise. Unmistakable and melodic, the hot dry air was blowing in the door and I was reminded that I am lucky to have this opportunity to experience something different to my normal life. ...
... even though it is after 2000. We sneak into a Thai restaurant via the back stairs (trying not to look in the kitchen) and order Pad Thai, Tom Yum Soup and veggie curry along with fresh lemon juice. The lemon juice is literally a glass of lemon juice and ice and on the side is a little jug of sugar syrup, you add the sugar syrup to taste….was nice.
After dinner we go on the hunt for kitchen pots and pans, the streets are narrow, filthy and smelly. I ...
... pinned to perfection around their faces.
I dragged my crumpled up Abaya with the dodgy hem stitching out of my carry on luggage and felt a little shamed pulling it on, sort of like when you are busted in track pants and no make-up in Melbourne.
Saudi Arabia from the air looked hot, dusty and yellow, I thought it would be like the Australian desert with a lattice of dry river beds and the odd stand of ...