Never let it be said that I do not listen.
Less verbs, more pictures. I hear you!
So. Here you go…
Some are taken on trips and jaunts to Dubai and Bahrain. The rest were taken in and around Khobar where I am living.
It was quiet. Friday mornings always are. It is the day of
rest. A religious day. No-one works. Well, not until after midday prayers, anyway.
The photos I took do not reflect the bustle, but when you
look through them please appreciate that waving a camera in people’s faces in
Saudi is not something that is encouraged. Ignoring the potential for provoking
religious or personal outrage by snapping women or strangers, I was really
aware that I was heading into the poorer parts of town. My camera is worth more
than a month’s wages to many of the people around these parts. Maybe in time I
will increase my confidence and get more involved with the population… but this
was the first time and I was really conscious of flaunting my comparative wealth.
Readers: "Eh? We’ve seen the middle east. In brochures. It’s
incredible."
Readers: "Hey! You keep posting amazing pictures of the seafront… What do you
mean?"
There are two worlds out here. The need each other so they
live on top of and alongside each other. They feed off each other. They are
symbiotic. They are both beautiful and ugly simultaneously.
First we have the exciting, planned, developments. Highways
and bold developments of shopping centres, hotels and office blocks. They are
built around landscaped parks and recreational spaces. They are built to
impress. They regularly succeed. I've been lucky; I've seen some incredible sights:
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Dubai - From Grand West Media City |
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Bahrain - World Trade Centre |
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Bahrain - Movement |
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Saudi Arabia - Al Khobar Corniche |
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Bahrain - Lanterns... Where I spent my Birthday :) |
I love these parts of the region. I feel comfortable. I
understand and relate to them.
No photo’s I am afraid, but a view the view of Dubai as you
land/take off from the airport takes your breath away. The palm shaped
residential developments and map of the world sculptured as sand banks in the
clear, still waters backed up with the tower blocks behind isolated and alone
in a flat, pancake desert stands out as one of my favourite views of all time.
But in order to have these, you need to have service. And I
have seen it. It shows the rougher, far less glamourous side of the countries.
They are not included in the brochures but I am finding them just as impressive
and – sometimes - more interesting and engaging from a life experience and
creative perspective. I am passionate about photography and geography, after
all.
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Saudi Arabia- A mosque in a warehouse district between Al Khobar and Dammam |
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Dubai - Warehouses, Office Blocks & Trailers |
So this is where I
got out to explore Al Khobar...
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Khobar Back Streets |
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Clothes Drying and Low Cost Housing |
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Golden Hyderabad. Selling tea in plastic cups. Busy before Prayers. |
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Bridge over The Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques Road.
Where you can find beggars with missing their lower arms, hands and/or feet. Victims of Justice. |
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The Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques Road |
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Shop Front |
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Apartments |
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Cables |
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Never Back Dawn...
Too bloody right. What's Dawn ever done for me?
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Not quite the same the word round.
There is a bit of graffiti around. On the walls or in the dust on cars. But I am yet to see a comedy cock n balls!
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Street Scene - Khobar |
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Dereliction - Back Street Khobar |
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Street Scene - Khobar
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Street Scene - Khobar
To close, I experienced my first sandstorm on Tuesday. I flew back to Dammam from Dubai and dropped into into a yellow wasteland...
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On the Apron at Dammam |
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On the road to Khobar
The wind was blowing straight off the desert. The four by four we were in was being brushed out of lane. The sand on the metalwork and windows sounded like the most torrential rain. |
And, finally... back to the pretty.
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The beach at Khobar.
Low tide in the Arabian Gulf. Egrets, Reef Heron and Flamingo grazed and hunted on the sand bar just off shore. |
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