we prefer not to
team human – where every failure presents an opportunity
Read next
a few snaps back at the National Museum
firstly, some citysouk snaps. . .
the cat under the bench, well, that's the bench where I ate my samosa. . . and a rare dog sighting in central Riyadh. . .
preparations had begun for Noor Riyadh, the festival of light. . . and I saw cats, this boulder in a tree of unknown significance,
bbq on the wadi. . .
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
Sociale Café in Tahlia Street
on the way. . .
there. . .
on the way back. . .