Flower man of Tihama
Here is another portrait of a young flower man. This was taken on the streets of Al-Farsha in the area of Tihama in the Province of Asir in southern Saudi Arabia, not far from the Yemeni border.
Trip to Middle East and Africa 2005-2006 ... and what happened next
Here is another portrait of a young flower man. This was taken on the streets of Al-Farsha in the area of Tihama in the Province of Asir in southern Saudi Arabia, not far from the Yemeni border.
Well done Barcelona for such a wonderful display of controlled football.
I think Barcelona must be the most popular team in the Arab World, so hopefully their win on Saturday mnight came as some relief from all the strains arising from the 'Arab Spring'.
Funnily enough, we had the previous Prime Minister of The Netherlands on our flight back - one week after this over-sexed Frenchman was taken out of his First Class cabin on suspicion of having raped his chambermaid a few hours before. Fortunately, the same did not happen to Balkenende, who for all his faults, seems to be a decent man. Unlike, his predecessor from the 1980's Ruud Lubbers who had the reputation for pinching girls' bums. What is it with these politicians?
Fresh "Hollandsche aardbeien" in a 1950's glass bowl, inherited from my grandparents and we never eat strawberries out of anything else (at home, at least).
Breaking my NYC virginity, I decided to make a stop-over in New York on the way back from Atlanta. It made the flight a lot cheaper, my boss agreed to pay the hotel and I was encouraged by Fred (who has been here twice before), so here I am.
Arrived this evening after a not-particularly pleasant flight with Delta, there was time to walk up to Times Square and start to orientate myself.
Been in Atlanta all week. The meetings went really well and I feel all fired up as I return home, albeit with a nice stop-over on the way back. It started cold, ended up warm with the inevitable delay now at the airport. Ate far too much, as always. It has been my fifth time here and I have never seen Atlanta looking so good. The gardens outside the office were full of birdsong, to be enjoyed whilst accompanying my colleague who had to step outside to smoke his cigarettes.
Fred's 40th birthday in Copenhagen - on the day when Denmark last womn the Eurovision Song Contest with those Olsen Brothers, Flying On The Wings Of Love!
A bit of a silly photo, with my own Turkey scarf (I lost my Bosnian one) and two flags I borrowed from some real Turks. My new Greek Aussie.friend is on the left, happy that Greece went though.
Already on the train out of DD on the way to what will be a waste-of-a-day meeting in Antwerp before arriving back home this evening. A summer sun rises over the green fields to my left.
I am off to my first real Eurovision event this afternoon - yes, travelling AGAIN - this time to Dusseldorf for the First Semi-Final of this year's Eurovision, the final of which is in Saturday - Fred's birthday!
I will be seeing 19 acts, of which ten will go through to the Final. Turkey and Hungary will both perform and should have great chances of making the Final.
With all my travelling this year, I am not so into Eurovision but my favourites remain Bosnia, UK and Hungary. Don't like the favouites France at all. Turkey is good but the singer could have a bit more charisma -is it too late to send this chap?
The whole group, with the delcious dinner Fred had cooked for us, the last evening with our Ukrainian friends before they return home. Afetr a very long dry period, Amstertdam had a couple of hours of heavy rain today which has freshened everything up, before the sun came out to greet us again this evening for a dinner on the balcony.
Last week I was among the tulips and this wekend as well. I am on an externded stop-over in Istanbul where they ahve hgad a very cold spring - and it was snowing in the east again yesterday. The tulips here have lasted unlike back home. Last night I was sitting outside, havinga beer, feeling cold despite having a shirt, jumper and jacket on. Fred meanwhile was enjoying a babrbecue yesterdaty evening in a short-sleeved shirt!
Will be seeing Fred this evening and the Ukrainians tomorrow evening. I know you had a lovely time together, just so sorry I wasn't there as well. So... I think it wil be our turn to visit Odessa!
As usual, it was a great pleasure to catch up with Ahmed during my work-related visit to the Kingdom - my fifth visit now in 15 months. I met Ahmed the first time I came over and the first thing we did was wander around the streets of Old Jeddah and this is something now which we do every time, seeing many of the same faces as we do. One has to be a little careful of the photos one takes in Saudi Arabia but it is always nice to get the odd snap of the two of us together.
As I am at the airport on the way home, it is time to thank Ahmed again for his friendship and hospitality and hope everything goes well with you.
I am not a great shopper and can go from place to place without every going inside a shop (in the same way that I never watch the TV in the hotel rooms I stay in). However, this time I succumbed, found a place selling beautiful Brioni suits at not only a cheap headline price but also a 60% discount, with the result that my suitcase now has three of them finding their way back to Amsterdam.
The Mall of Arabia is a beautiful looking building quite near the airport with lovely curves and pointed edges as well as ever changing colours. Here is a small impression. Lots of foreign shops - more of high street quality rather than expensively exclusive, wioth prices similar to European levels, still itw as a nice place to while away the odd hour or two yesterday evening.
Yes, I had to leave Fred and the boys back in Amsterdam to return to Saudi Arabia on Monday, which was a real shame. Some emergency at work brought me over and hopefully, we are nearly done now and I can return home soon,. So, in contrast to the bright clear blue skies of the Dutch spring, to the stormy greyness of the start of the monsoon season back down in Najran last month. I am in Jeddah this week, where the skies alternate between white and blue depending on how much cloud, smog and sand there is in the atmosphere.
Happy memories of last weekend when we ended up on Sunday late afternoon in the old fishing village on Marken, which used to be an island until the causeway was built in the 1970's.