Men hang out in T-shirts, baggy jeans and ball caps worn backward.
Saudi Arabia has 1,640 miles of Red Sea coastline with little commercial development along the way.
I dodge about four cars as I gallop across the street, skip over some fenced-in shrubs and run to the boardwalk.
They sacked him, and he was sentenced to I think five years in prison and a thousand lashes.
To his relief, the cops nodded us through.
Do you want in the picture? There is no Hard Rock Riyadh — thank God.
Merchants greet me with smiles and waves.
Along with unearthly sensual enjoyment, you will also derive pleasure from communication with our girls.