Who says the Saudi government doesn’t have a sense for aesthetics?! A recent shoot for an architecture firm took me to a REALLY good looking government building. Take a look!
Sun, sand, cars and insanity. Saudi’s favorite pastime in pictures!
Taking pictures isn’t easy in Saudi Arabia. It’s not just the mutawwas patrolling the streets, detaining you for taking perfectly legal photos, or the culture, where taking a picture of a woman, even at a wedding, would lead to a lynching. We also have to deal with the ever present downsides of the Saudi consumer economy. Namely: Electronics are sold at an obscene markup.
Lets face it. The outside world knows little about the traditions and customs of Saudi Arabia. Even I, as an expat raised in Saudi, knew little about Saudi marriage customs until very recently. And my knowledge of what actually happened at weddings was all hearsay and rumors.
Volcanic activity is not something new to Saudi Arabia. The region around the Wahbah crater is located in Saudi Arabia’s 5,900 square meter Harrat Kishb volcanic field. Our expedition to the crater opted to camp in to the east of the crater, at the northeastern edge of the lava fields.
Well, those of you tired of hearing about me climbing mountains all the time will be glad to know that this post is about a trip into a massive hole. Nono, get your mind out of the gutter. Not that kind of hole… pervert.
Saudi Arabia is huge. And for the most part, its filled with… nothing. Nothing at all. This is a story of what its like to drive through this nothing. Oh, and we got assaulted by a camel. Read on.
I panted heavily as I shifted my weight onto my hands, holding onto the ledge beside me and preparing to drop down yet another few feet along the granite path that seemed to lead down the mounting. Grimacing as I hit the hard rock underneath, my knees buckled halfway, exhausted by the torture they had received over the past 8 hours.
The previous few posts that I’ve done always seem to level hate towards Saudi cops. As a photographer (a marginally acceptable pastime in Saudi Arabia), run-ins with the police are frequent and seldom pleasant. But every now and then you have an experience that warms your heart. There are good, clear-headed people out there, and this story is about one of them.
Stepping back into the footprints of your old life after an experience so completely different from what you’re used to is the strangest feeling ever. You learn and grow so much, and yet you suddenly have to figure out how to apply your newfound experiences to real life.