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          reached the town.  It was oriental and mediaeval, great walls all round it with towers at intervals & two or
          three gates, till a few years ago it was closed at sunset against Arab marauders, on one side of the gardens
          & on the other the sea shore.  Inside there was a maze of narrow lanes & tall houses, lanes like tunnels
          under houses & walking along one stepped in & out of sunshine & darkness.  The sook was a long narrow
          road with poorly stocked shops, the only road where cars could pass.  It was not as dirty as I expected
          though many open drains but the people looked unpleasant & unhealthy, every other one had lead eyes
          and many were yellow & jaundiced in complexion.  Everywhere we were followed by crowds of tiresome
          boys all begging & talking American, many greeted Ohliger with "Hello Ohliger" but he didnt seem to mind.

          I  could  have  spent  a  long  time  there  sketching  &  taking  photographs,  light  &  shade  effects  were  fine,
          inviting photographs.  To my intense sorry all I took turned out dud as I left the back slide shutter open &
          the sun got in.  We walked all the way round the outside walls always pursued by a crowd.  I saw no china in
          the shops but feel sure there must be lots there.  A wonderful old city.  From there we motored on to
          Dhammam passing a ruined fortress & lots of gardens.  Dhammam is a clean white looking town along the
          shore with the remains of a fine old castle on an island in the sea, one walks out over sand at low tide.  Had
          coffee with Sh Abdulla al Fadl the Govt representative, & his assistant, in a big cool office room overlooking
          the sea.  Pleasant well bred Arabs & spotlessly dressed in white muslin robes.  Sh A was supposed to be
          going to Paris as BS's minister.  Stayed some time talking to them then drove back along the coast road to al
          Khobar,  in  the  evening  sun  it  looked  like  a  stretch  of  the  Dorset  coast,  still  alot  of  green  vegetation  &

          stretches of pinkish yellow sand, a very pleasant strip of country & a fine oiled road.

          The country is very different to Bn, there is none of the stale looking damp soil that one sees in Manama,
          sand in most places & stretches of sebukah but a fresh dry feeling in the air.  Its a fine country & I should
          like to see a great deal more of it.




          Saturday 9th August




          After breakfast drove with a pleasant young American down into the sand dunes south of Al Khobar, typical
          sand desert, curving yellow dunes sharp at the top, occasional scraps of vegetation & palms, no people.
          Came to a delightful bay surrounded by sand dunes where the company people bathe & fish, for those who
          like me are fond of just sea & desert it is fine country.  Came back & did a sort of tour of the camps seeing
          kitchens, store & mess rooms & club.  Had coffee in the mess hall & then drove down to call on the Amir
          who was rather more chatty, but I dont like him.  Then to the pier & off by launch taking


          2 1/2 hours to Manama.
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