Thobe or not to Thobe

There's this guy here, whose Canadian, large and very very white who walks about wearing a thobe. After enquiring who he was I found out he was around downtown Khobar when the big truck explosion happened a few years ago and is now trying to go stealth mode. He's really wierding out the Saudis apparently and is one of those guys who is very very very loud. Picture a moving target...You get all kinds here...

Also talked to one of the ladies here who was a nurse round the time of the Gulf War. Her plane took off just as the Iraqi's stormed the airport, she also worked with the Iraqi POWs later and says there were a pretty fun bunch to be around and didn't like Hussein that much.

Oh and Eisha down the road has a Rhodes Scholar for a brother-in-Law who went through the year before Clinton.

Carl over the park got stuck outside after a lockdown on a Nigerian rig with Witch doctors dancing around him "invisible" if he'd looked at them he would have been shot.

My philipino painting guys were singing Achapella style "boys to men" songs the other night when I walked in... It was the end of the road...and they couldn't let go...

Oh and my house is probably the most loudly painted house in the street. (Orange, Blue, Brown, Purple, Yellow and Red are on the walls so far inside...photos shall come later)

Anthony saw tracer bullets being fired up into the sky two nights ago on the way home.

There's a pod of dolphins that come in to shore in the mornings too.

There's an underground market in sweets from home too...freddo frogs are very popular...

Its begukking surreal I tell you. What next...

Oh and we haven't slept for about 3 weeks. Our bed is so small ...Oh for our shipment!