Queue the wavey lines and funky noises, its montage time... Mostly to shut J up... Hmm good mousse.
We start out with the view, this is the view from Mrs pOWENed's window, below you can see the 6 gazillion cars camped out in dusty stupor. If you look carefully... you'll go blind, they're way too small...
this is actually a street, not a carpark. Parking is such a premium that people will park anywhere there is a poofteenth of an inch of space.
So we went to Brunch on Friday morning, an Ex-Pat tradition here, mostly due to the lack of booze anywhere else. In the meantime I managed to snap a few photos of interesting details of AberDabers. Apparently they spend over 100k per day just watering these plants.
Scarcely a building in sight smaller than 10 stories, except the mosques... they are on every street corner it seems. Its so stinking hot that you need the shade, maybe thats why its a muslim country... you're required to go inside 5 times a day. Crafty...
So the whole waterfront of AberDabers has been turned into "The Corniche", basically kilometres of parkland where people can come and frollick... at night. Crazy man.
If I was going to be anything, it would be a satellite dish salesman.
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