Biannual book haul from Jarir Bookstore: Round 2. (at Dammam, Saudi Arabia)
Dammam , Saudi Arabia (source)
I drive by this w/ my parents allllll the time. It’s in the center of a round-a-bout and it’s supposed to be a symbol of Dammam according to pops.
Ahh, what a nice surprise, lmao. I was just browsing through flickr when this picture came up. As some of you may know, I frequent Saudi Arabia a few times a year. Dammam on the east coast to be specific. I used to live there with my family for about 4 years when I was younger.
Anyhow, I’ve been to this shawarma joint, lol. It’s one of the only places in Dammam that roasts the shawarma meat horizontally. The meat and filling is great but this place uses a flatbread which resembles something like a tough stretchy chapati which really ruins it for me.
The funny part about finding this picture is how I came to identify this was indeed that same shawarma joint. See in the background there’s a bright green and white with Arabic writing and the letters GSC? That is none other than The Green Shopping Centre. This was our grocery store for the time we lived there and even now when I visit. We always called it ‘Green Shopping’ like everyone else in the city, lol. I always laugh when I see this place because my family always tells a funny story about me and this store to people.
When I was living there, I was a toddler. So when we’d go to ‘Green Shopping’ every week, it was a family affair. Mom, Pop, big bro and myself. We’d get to pick out a cool drink or an ice cream or a snack to munch on while they shopped for groceries, etc. Anyway, we lived about a 5 minute ride from the place and everyyyyyyyyy single time, righttttttt after we parked and got to ‘Green Shopping’, I’d have to pee. I shit you not. Every. Single. Time. I’ve been given more than a good whack on the bottom on that street corner one too many times, lmao. I swear to you my followers, I’d do it every time we went. It’s like my tiny bladder knew we were pulling up to GSC. Man, my mom and dad used to get so bat-shit furious. My dad being my buddy, would take me into some alleyway to whiz instead of driving home in hopes of teaching me a lesson. That never happened. I did it time and time again, lol. AND NOT PURPOSELY. I’m still perplexed to this day about it.
Here’s another picture of the tasty-meat/filling shawarma joint:
Booked the flight to Saudi today. See ya in a few days Daddy-o. :)