After what seemed like the longest night of our lives, the plane started its final descent. I figured we must have got about two hours sleep.
We disembarked and a wall of heat hit us. I thought, if it’s like this in winter, what must it be like in summer.
Sami was waiting for us in the Arrivals Hall. Like all the other men, he was wearing a long white garment and an embroidered cap.
He helped us with our luggage and changing our money. At first I thought, the money is all in Arabic. But then I noticed the numbers were in Western script on the other side.
Sami took me by the hand and we walked to the car park. Sarah had told me that it was perfectly normal for men to hold hands, but it still didn’t make me feel any better.
Needless to say, Sarah found this highly amusing.