Coffee, taxi, meeting, taxi, coffee. Repeat. Did I remember to eat? Why do I have so many phones in my pocket?
Sunday in Riyadh. One taxi ride to the Sulaymaniyah District, meeting, return. Coffee at the Starbucks on Tamimi Street behind my hotel, next to the Al Khozama Hotel. Repeat two more times today.
I’m back at the Faisaliah after the second meeting of the day. Ran into Moyed in the lobby. Upstairs to my room with the 5kg of dates (!) that I hope I can get through customs in Los Angeles.
Coffee, water, get ready for taxi, meeting, taxi. You’d think Riyadh is a big city but no. People I know also know people I know. If you get what I mean. It’s strange.