We just finished a barbecue upstairs. There was far too much food, and that's because Muhammad, being fat and greasy, insisted on having steaks in addition to the usual quota.
Went to Khobar with Abi around 3 weeks ago. Its in the eastern province. Actually, more like tagging along. I had no business going, except that I had finished exams. Of course I deserved a holiday, if only to compensate for exam-induced forehead wavefronts. Instead of a car we went by train.
You may know , for certain, that I brought a notepad and pen along; to describe a rough journey, and all the rattling in the carriage and noisy crowd. and possibly some characters taking the train ride too, who would be peculiar to this desert country. I could write about views also, peculiar to barren monotonous deserts, which are held from cracking under the sun's heat by a spider's web of civilisation across it. I imagined all this before I left.
So we got on the train, it sounded a horn like someone with a completely blocked nose trying to unblock it, then slowly rumbled out of the station. my anticipations were methodically run over by the train along the journey, and lie somewhere along that featureless route. Not even the dates and coffee the waiter served can revive them. The windows were glazed misty white, so no photos worthwhile could be taken. The people too, they could have done more interesting things then read or fall asleep.
All together, I had a really fine time recording nothing. I got some photos and videos inside the train though, so I'll post them inshAllah. - the photos.
The hotel was nice mashAllah. The food was very nice. The weather in Khobar was actually almost England's. cold, -very cold- ,windy. The only difference between the train journey to Khobar and the journey back was that it was in the opposite direction.
and happy photos....
sink in the bathroom didn't have water.
boring..... immeasurably.
Khobar corniche.
you're forgetting the part about the food
ReplyDeleteyeah, bro. wad about the bbq. i wanna hear bout dat too. miss me nt????
ReplyDeletesome great pictures of doors and windows and fat bellies there. Well done.
ReplyDeletehey heyyy, i see someone is jealous here. yoo fatty no need to gt jealous laa. alamak u arrr.
ReplyDeletehaha, shut up Sufi..its quite difficult to be jealous of something so rubbish, dunno about you :D
ReplyDeleteim refering to u being jealous to the pics of fat bellies. coz ur nt there. soo well isa is nt being fair by nt including u inside....
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