2014-10-07

You know when your luck has run out.

Back again in the Middle East, this time at some beastly hot and dusty base outside of a modern gleaming city. We overcame some logistical trouble on the way here – delayed flights and a Lufthansa pilot strike being the major culprits – but persevered. Soon after landing, we picked up our rental cars and got lost, but a spate of dead reckoning served us well. At the base the next morning, our US military contact met us at the gate and got us right through. We thought we had survived the worst of it.

But on day three in country, the tides changed. I’ll blame arrogance. Not mine, not my team’s, but our government minder, who ignored all of the warnings and warning signs.
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2014-06-14

Watar, Watar, Everywhere

In one of the local newspapers the other day, I read that the origin of the word Qatar came from some other term, and some other before it, but the one before that meant “search for water”. This is not at all surprising, as it’s danged hot here all of the time, and I never step outside without a water bottle. It would be worse if your job was to keep your sheep from withering, but in the past week I haven’t seen a single sheep, or goat, or camel. I did see a couple of cats in a souq, but I’m sure they take care of themselves. Read More......

2014-05-18

Busy, busy, busybody

Busy, busy, busy. Read More......

2013-11-29

Incident at Tabuk

John got the call as we were packing up and getting ready to catch our flight to Tabuk. There were no details as of yet, only that there had been “an incident” in Tabuk and that said incident could thoroughly mess up our next site investigation. All we knew for certain was that we would no longer have local transportation provided for us. We were on our own.

Once on the ground, I needed to get a car – something big and fast would be my first choice. We were learning more about the incident itself, and the phrase “revenge squads” kept coming up in conversation. My choice was the fastest car on the lot, a Lexus ES 350. It had an annoying turbo lag, but seemed quick enough and stout enough to get us out of trouble with alacrity. It was also a shiny black Lexus, which made us look like big shots, and hopefully, the big shots weren’t going to get harassed.
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Curses!!!

When I woke up this morning in Tabuk, I was only eight flights from home. I hadn’t been so far away since I found myself in remote northern Afghanistan. No helicopter rides will be required to facilitate my return, but it will take six different airlines – seven if you count United Express, and eight overall. Add to that seven cities in two countries, ten different beds and four different rental cars over four or five weeks, and it’s no wonder my brain is hanging upside down.

So far, so fun, though, except for our reentry into Riyadh a week ago. We had spent a few days in a rundown western compound within a large Saudi military –industrial complex in the north and needed to head back to the capital to drop off most of the traveling circus and to spend a couple days to catch up with the work before heading into the field again. Our client was driving the lead vehicle, our US Army major had the second, and I took the rear. Read More......

2013-11-21

Chiller

The display on the Expedition’s dash says that it’s 24 degrees outside, but I don’t believe it. I wouldn’t go any higher then 17, although I do think it’s rising. Regardless, it’s even colder in the facility we’re working on and in, and I’d already spent a couple hours outside on the windy and overcast tarmac in my shirtsleeves, so I came out to the vehicle to run the heater for a bit. I didn’t exactly plan for sweater weather when I packed my kit for this trip, but there you are, or rather, here I am, freezing my proverbial nads off on a fine desert afternoon.

Well, not really fine. The thunder woke me up at 0300 or so, and rain was still falling when I first stuck my head out the door around 0600. Our planned very early start was delayed and the rain had stopped by 0700, so I left the raincoat on a chair, shrugged off the leather coat I was saving for my December arrival in the Middle West, and headed to work. Read More......

2013-11-16

Poppe Wanted a Turkish Coffee.

Poppe wanted a Turkish coffee, so we walked to the Bon Café drive through on the way back from lunch. It’s open 24/7/365, except for prayer time five times a day. Even now, I’m not sure what to think of my cappuccino, as the thought of a Turkish coffee so close to Turkey had me wary. It was hotter than blazes, thick, and immensely powerful. I probably won’t need another dose until tomorrow. And silt. Lots and lots of silt.

Fortunately, it only cost me 10 Riyals – cheap anywhere for a froo froo coffee. On the whole, this seems the right cost. I bought lunch for four of us for 65 Riyals, about 17 bucks, and we were stuffed – hence, the need for strong coffee. It’s been worse, costwise. The lunch buffet at the Radisson in Riyadh was 208 Riyals (you do the math). Expensive, but the lamb was mighty tasty.
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