Al Karachi Restaurant
Most, if not all, local restaurants I have been to here have the pictures of the kings. Whereas in the Philippines, you are most likely to see images of Mother Mary or Jesus Christ, or local artists —matinee idols, singers, etc— or bring that to Asian level, literally, famous Taiwanese groups! (That was during my time —I think Koreans are a craze nowadays).
We have adapted. As this restaurant is one of the very few places in the area where cooked food is served, which we prefer over the others, apparently, we have learned to ignore the not so welcoming ambiance. (I will not mention that one of my colleagues, Abdullah —I am brave to drop name as there are lots of Abdullahs around— who is a Jordanian, would rather skip meals than dine in here).
But of course, we wouldn’t patronize the place if we didn’t like the food. For me, it is actually an interesting place. Generally, a place like this. A melting
pot cauldron. You would hear lots of languages, observe different behaviors, see people in different attires, and even meet some compatriots ('Musta kabayan!?).
(Man in the last photo is one of the friendly personnel).
Pritong Tupa (Fried Lamb)
Sixteen riyals (4.27 USD, halos 190 piso. Ang mahal, sa totoo lang).
'We were here'.
A Bedouin family could have lived here for awhile, and possibly left a little after the oil wells have flourished in their surroundings.
A typical Bawdi camp will have a tent and a pen (or some pens) for the livestock. Camels, goats, and sheep are the common animals being raised.
I have been told that a camel can cost a fortune. Like hundreds of thousands! USD!
It is a must that you let a caravan or even a single camel cross the road when you see one. When camels are sighted from afar walking or just grazing near the road, you should slow down or even stop if you must.
From observation, many Bedouins now are adapting some modern convenience. There are some who own vehicles that can be used to herd the camels (although the sight of a camel-rider directing/leading a caravan is still more ‘alluring’ to me). Also, it is an easy way to travel to and from the edge of the desert when necessary.
Again, these particular nomads could have been driven off by the changes that sprung around them, and went to a more isolated/desolated area.
(A five-minute stop just to take photographs. Had this been spotted on a later time, I would have spent longer time to look around the site. But of course, I was more than elated to have stepped on this ground.)
I give too much of a deal about this clay jar embraced by what seems to me to be an ancient cloth that I asked some Saudi colleagues about it, thinking it could be something extraordinary, [again] ancient, or magical.
A simple vessel for water with a thick woven fabric. The rolling pin was just there ‘as a weight for the cover’, or like what I presumed, was actually used to mass the Bedouin family’s flat bread, that goes well with milk of their camels. I can’t really tell.