Rich and I took our first date night out and went to Al Deira Souk. We had a blast wandering around the alley like roads wandering in and out of shops. The shopkeepers were so nice, we spent quite a bit of time just visiting with them. Everyone wants to tell us all about their antiques, crafts, rugs, and scarves. We got a few business cards and plan to go back for purchaces. Getting a little hungry we decided to ask someone for a good place to get a bite. Mohammad (the cousin of Mohammad the antique dealer Rich ran into a few months ago) sweetly offered to fetch us the best shawarma in town, but we insisted on walking. So he walked us to this little hole in the wall (no where to even sit) restaurant with the yummiest chicken shawarma.
Later we caught a picture of a man making Igal's on a machine. These are the black ropes that Saudi men wear atop of the scarf on their head. It was cool to watch him wind them. The rest of our last half hour was spent walking around looking for the Mosque where we were to meet our driver Mushtaq. This was perhaps the most awkward half hour I have ever had in my life. We were out closer to the main street and the wind was picking up, however I hadn't realized that I wore a knee length skirt and leggings with sandals. Not to mention that my abaya did not button down any lower than my waist so as to reveal my calves and ankles when ever it caught the wind. I think all the men thought I was a prostitute or something because they were drilling holes in me left and right with strange intense looks. I could do little about it though because I had the baby strapped to me in front and couldn't really hold my abbaya shut. To put the icing on the cake, my head scarf would not stay on either. Argh!!! Oh well I guess they're all gonna have to be shocked, I thought. Rich just chuckled and commented about how sexy my ankles are.
Later I was talking with my friend about it and she said thats where the Mutawa headquarters are. I would have been so freeked out to have been approached by one of them (they would have yelled at me and made me leave). I'm sure it will happen to me some time while I'm here in Saudi.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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