Approximate reading time – 13 minutes Sam spent the morning in Riyadh shopping for groceries before returning to Al Wadi. He ran into an unusual traffic jam just south of the city center. Most of the passing traffic was a typical stream of Suburbans with every seat filled, white mid-80s Chevy Caprices, worn-out white Toyota pickups, and an occasional Mercedes. But there was something different in the stream of traffic this morning. An odd sight caught Sam's attention: a large Mercedes truck piled high with suitcases, boxes, and sacks. It looked like something from a Dali-esque parade, the winner of the judge's trophy for the most primitive float. The load was double the truck's capacity, spilling over the sides, held only by ropes and a few daring men on top. The truck proceeded down the road like an overloaded elephant, leaning from side to side, barely maintaining itself upright. A few blocks further, he saw another elephant truck swaying, similar to the first. By the time Sam reached Al Wadi, he had passed a dozen or more trucks and a few buses similarly loaded down, all heading in the same direction: south. This odd parade piqued his curiosity. He had no idea what was happening.
Seeing what was near a repeat of the incident that got Nick fired added a lot of tension, and showed how different things were. A little disturbing how casually the expulsion of the Yemenis and other groups is discussed.
Seeing what was near a repeat of the incident that got Nick fired added a lot of tension, and showed how different things were. A little disturbing how casually the expulsion of the Yemenis and other groups is discussed.