



We went to Abha last weekend. My job subsidizes weekend getaways within the country about once a month. You pay a minimal amount to participate. So, anyway, we went. It is about 10 hours southeast of where we are and we had to fly because the roads are really bad (not that you would want to drive that distance, but truly it's not an option.) The outfit to the left is local dress. The gorge is where the hanging village is located, and that house is the reason it's called a hanging village. It's built into the side of the gorge. It is about 1/4 mile straight down a steep gorge. The inhabitants got up and down on ropes. While very safe from intruders, totally scary. The right hand picture is a well pushing water in the interior of a building.
So we get to the airport and everything is going swimmingly well except they don't give you any information. Gates are announced at boarding time, in Arabic only. Those spiffy little boards we have in the states listing all the flights with their gates and times are nowhere to be found. So our 6:20 flight eventually got called at about 8ish. You deplane and board flights out on the tarmac so you have to trek out there with your stuff. We get on the plane and they tell us there is bad weather and it will be a 10 minute delay. That turned into an hour and finally we had to get off the plane and trudge back to the terminal. Because it was delayed they had to feed us...I must have had the international special; my meal consisted of an egg roll, a slice of pizza and French Fries. David had a piece of roast chicken, rice and something else that I don't remember, same line, right next to each other, go figure. Anyway back on the plane at maybe 10:30ish, sit for awhile and then someone discovers the plane is leaking, don't ask for details please, and there is a big to do about whether the plane is safe. Finally they agree to give us a new plane. Back to the terminal. Finally about 1 AM we get on a third time and we finally get airborne. We arrive at 2:30 in the AM and get to the hotel at 3:15 or so and they have held dinner for us. Like anyone wants to eat at 4 in the morning but it's the thought that counts. This is the hotel from the outside.

Weird conifers, are they not??

This is the view from the restaurant on the Green Mountain overlooking the city.
We visited museums as well. The pictures you see are either the museum or home interiors/exteriors and of course David and I with the museum guard.



Now here I am in the Souk looking at, what else, jewelry. Notice my saleswoman is completed covered up. The woman's silver belt costs 25000 SR which translates to about 6200 US dollars. Now this is a remote place and women wear their wealth so to speak. That belt weighed about 20 pounds, I swear.