The Road to Riyadh

The trip from the Rub Al Khali to Riyad was pleasantly interrupted by several coffees, picknicks and invitations. So I met my little dog lover, who's mom took me home right away and with whom we stayed for a few nights. Here I got acquainted with the female fury upon their dependence on male support. Sarah lives alone with her children, where her husband is, I don't know and relies on her brother for transport. She wanted him to pick us up, to go out for a picknick, but he was apparently not prepared or able to. She was enraged, and was complaining about this system, that makes women so dependent on men, but those sometimes are not willing to support them, when needed. In the end he complied.
I had witnessed before women getting very upset and loud with men. When sitting in the park and they want to eat, they like to lift their hijabs above the head, but when men are around, they cannot freely expose their faces. I have heard a lot of screaming and shouting at men not known to them to gain land so they can freely eat.
On the other hand I have witnessed many times that I sit in the park with some women, talking. It is getting late, we are all getting hungry, so they call their men and ask them to bring us something to each. They always complied. They mostly only stayed long enough to say hello and drop off the food , just to disappear to come back hours later, when called to pick up their women.
On I went to meet our friend Ammash, again with whom we had this extraordinary dinner experience in Al Ain. He took me out besides other sights to his friends restaurant where I had to eat mini portions of the whole menu and critique it. I have to say, they had nice food there,
that night I found out that Ammash happens to be a prince. I hadn't know that until then. Now I know a Sheikh, a Prince, wrote to the Emir, and am best friends with the Police Chief.Okumaya devam et