below, the drone show at STC metro station, a building which looks like it has been iced with cream cheese. I had my doubts about drone shows . . . I had my doubts about Noor . . . What impressed me most, strange to say, and allayed my doubts, was that none of the public

our driver, little English, declared Safari! as the surprisingly holding-together not-shaking-itself-to-bits Toyota with all of us in it took off into the desert . . . towards The Edge of the World. . . by way of the bat cave Edge of the World | حافة نهاية العالم @ 24.947341° N, 45.990906° E love from

the staff laid it on for us in these lavish surroundings, all 4,365 of them, and for our Turkish companion, who was recognised to be so as soon as he set foot in the door: Merhaba, nasılsın! some of the food was delicious, some was chips. on a mission

We know the word medressa or madrasa (or مدرسة) to mean a school, a place of learning and a meeting-place, often, if not usually, attached to a mosque. Here children receive teaching in the Qur'an, Al Qur'an or القرآن, note the Arabic spelling which has only

I'm wearing the reason why we had to go back, an NZD20 Egyptian gellabaya. . . so for the shopping. . . but also the embrace of what at first was easy to reject, the kitsch, which is easy to dismiss as failed camp, camp not yet recognised to be, what is

0:00 /0:20 1× . . . off the plateau down to the desert floor. . . . . . unexpectedly but inevitably exactly a resort and a safari on horseback. . . see the green above, with natural misgivings about what we were walking into, across that green as we arrived came hurtling a galloping horse, stirrups swinging