Our Saudi friend, Ali, took us to a local market so we could visit his neighborhood. It was exciting to get out of the walled compound and check things out; however, we had no intention of coming home with a farm animal. Ali bought a chick for Dia even though we repeatedly said, "No, please!!!" (The thing chirped incessantly in its perforated paper bag the whole way home, and for days afterward, until it expired a week later. Not a surprise and definitely a bummer to have to go in the back yard and dig a grave.)
Ali then took us to his home, fed us and was a gracious host. Reina went in another part of the house and had lunch with the two wives. Dia ran around the house and played with his son's toys. Refreshingly, Ali and I had some in-depth conversations. He explained to me some of the social problems and wonderful aspects of Saudi culture. Best of all, he drove me around to some of the historical sites and gave me a guided tour.
What we thought would be a morning affair, turned into a full day expedition -But well worth it.
Ali then took us to his home, fed us and was a gracious host. Reina went in another part of the house and had lunch with the two wives. Dia ran around the house and played with his son's toys. Refreshingly, Ali and I had some in-depth conversations. He explained to me some of the social problems and wonderful aspects of Saudi culture. Best of all, he drove me around to some of the historical sites and gave me a guided tour.
What we thought would be a morning affair, turned into a full day expedition -But well worth it.
Not sure what this is used for? Slaughtering sheep or foreign workers?
Reina, Dia, Mary and "Hello Kitty".
This gramophone cranked out some bizarre Indian music.
An old Turkish fort used to fight the Brits back in the day.
At least they don't put the family inside. 
Retired Saudi fishing boat next to newer model.
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