Things to do in Riyadh

Riyadh Drama

Although living in Riyadh could be considered a drama in itself, and is full of a number of drama queens, that is not what this post is about.  No, this post is about expat amateur drama clubs in Riyadh of…
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Cave Swimming in Riyadh’s Ain Heet

We went back to Ain Heet Cave this weekend as Mr Noor, who went the other weekend with a few mates, said the swimming was spectacular.  Really, seriously, are you sure?  Oh yes, he assured me.  It’s much better than…
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Tuwaiq Palace

The Tuwaiq Palace sits regally and, to my mind, somewhat lonely, near the edge of the Diplomatic Quarter overlooking Wadi Hanifah.  A walking path crosses the road near it’s front gate and I have often wondered what sits beneath the…
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Golf In Riyadh With Non-Golfers

We aren’t really golfers.  On the rare occasions we have headed to a golf course to play a round, we do our best but, speaking for myself, divots tend to fly further than the golf ball I was aiming for….
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Riyadh’s Computer Souq

There is a computer souq in Riyadh.  It’s along Olaya Street near the Holiday Inn, or there abouts.  At least, that’s where Mr Noor took us when we were in need of an updated version of software for the lap-top….
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Wedding Souq in Riyadh

It hadn’t occurred to me that there would be a wedding souq in Riyadh, probably because I’ve had no reason to go in search of wedding paraphernalia.  As getting married seems to the be major life goal of most young…
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The Secondhand Motorbike Warehouse.

So, one day a bloke who worked at our coffee shop and who rode a scooter to work like one of these… …told Hubster and Mr Finland that he knew a warehouse that sold second hand motorbikes.  Big ones.  Like…
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This Is The Saudi Desert.

A tragedy occurred a few days ago when a couple died in the Saudi desert.  The wife near their overturned car, the husband out on the dunes after apparently attempting to reach help. I know that a lot of expats…
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Come Dance Ceroc In Riyadh.

One day, out of the blue, a fellow Kiwi sent me a message – ‘Come dancing with me!’  I had to bite and called her back for details.  She had been going to Ceroc dance classes for quite some time…
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