which we didn't, but many many Riyadhis did, with delicious smells of butterflied chicken and corncobs coming off the charcoal burners. . . we'd stopped at a potential spot and intrepid kiwis forded the river on foot, marveling at the heat of the water and the number of

on the way. . . there. . . on the way back. . .

روحي وما ملكت يداي فداه My soul and all that I possess are sacrifice for him وطني الحبيب وهل أحب سواه My beloved homeland, and is there any other I love? وطني الذي قد عشت تحت سماله My homeland under whose sky I have lived وهو الذي قد عشت فوق

0:00 /0:37 1× includes one of the oldest submunicipalities of Riyadh, where I popped out of the metro station at Al-Bathaa (pronounced, 'al-bot-ha'): to be rebuilt out of mudbrick or breezeblock. . . ? I was heading to the Imam Turki bin Abdullah Grand Mosque wanting to see how

0:00 /0:39 1× it had been a palace. A family were having a Halloween party as we entered, the best costume, a redhead dressed in a realistic pumpkin. Which brings to mind an episode not photographed. The opportunity arose to visit Riyadh's Saudi German Hospital for

As Sahafah, the 'l' elided with the hard 's' to follow, reading from right to left, so not 'al' as you might think, but 'as' as you might not. The 's,' in contrast to a Moon letter, in which case