After my great success in kissing a cow in Urbana, Maryland for our school fundraiser, I was on a mission to kiss a camel for no earthly good reason. The camel was not harmed in any way, and unfortunately these babies were too small to ride. In the morning we visited the Aramco special school for young women which prepares them for college abroad, then enjoyed another fabulous meal together. I was able to leave the Bedouin camp and travel to Jubail alSinaiyah, the Industrial City on the Arabian Gulf where I lived for seven years. It has changed beyond recognition, so my best analogy was the Rip Van Winkle legend. I recognized very little because 90% of it had been built after I left. There were houses and giant factories where there had only been desert, and on the walls there was lots of tagging. The housing division where we lived was a bus laydown yard. The houses had been removed down to their concrete pads. Even the coastline had been rescupltured. There was still a flare to remind me of the old days when the coastline was lined with 100' towers spewing fire into the night sky turning the heavens orange at night and hazy in the day. Most of those have long since been dismantled and the gas used for LNG operations.
After my great success in kissing a cow in Urbana, Maryland for our school fundraiser, I was on a mission to kiss a camel for no earthly good reason. The camel was not harmed in any way, and unfortunately these babies were too small to ride. In the morning we visited the Aramco special school for young women which prepares them for college abroad, then enjoyed another fabulous meal together. I was able to leave the Bedouin camp and travel to Jubail alSinaiyah, the Industrial City on the Arabian Gulf where I lived for seven years. It has changed beyond recognition, so my best analogy was the Rip Van Winkle legend. I recognized very little because 90% of it had been built after I left. There were houses and giant factories where there had only been desert, and on the walls there was lots of tagging. The housing division where we lived was a bus laydown yard. The houses had been removed down to their concrete pads. Even the coastline had been rescupltured. There was still a flare to remind me of the old days when the coastline was lined with 100' towers spewing fire into the night sky turning the heavens orange at night and hazy in the day. Most of those have long since been dismantled and the gas used for LNG operations.
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