Most of the time life in Riyadh is not that glamorous. A lot of it centers around sitting in a car and trying to get from place A to place B while trying to avoid some of what must be the worst traffic on the planet. I mean honestly, driving against the traffic on a street where the speed limit is 100km/h, in the dark without your lights on? Where else than Riyadh do you see that every single day? I honestly don’t know.
There are some magical moments here too though. A fellow expat of ours who has lived in Riyadh for more than 15 years describes one of them like this: sitting by an unnamed country's embassy pool waiting for the party to start with a cold beer on the table in front of you, you bite into your bacon hamburger when the last prayer call of the day starts. That’s the moment when you feel like you’ve outsmarted the system in so many ways, and it feels equally good every time. (Remember, there’s no alcohol, no parties and no bacon in this country.)
More about magical moments in the next post.
There are some magical moments here too though. A fellow expat of ours who has lived in Riyadh for more than 15 years describes one of them like this: sitting by an unnamed country's embassy pool waiting for the party to start with a cold beer on the table in front of you, you bite into your bacon hamburger when the last prayer call of the day starts. That’s the moment when you feel like you’ve outsmarted the system in so many ways, and it feels equally good every time. (Remember, there’s no alcohol, no parties and no bacon in this country.)
More about magical moments in the next post.
Great! Salme
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