English: Tavern at Alykes Beach, Zakynthos, Greece. View goes to the Ionian Sea. Deutsch: Taverne am Strand Alykes, Zakynthos, Griechenland. Der Blick geht auf das Ionische Meer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I can’t bare hiding behind this veil!
Hello world, I’m Ginnie Tucker
Perhaps it’s all the Ionian Sea air here in Greece but one thing is for certain:
Life is all about living and too short to worry about what others may think of me or the opinions I express here.
This blog started out in anonymity because of my over concern and caution at perhaps writing something,no matter how trifle, that might stir up the Saudis.
One woman working here was deported for posting a photo on Face Book showing her drinking wine in her home. Here, alcohol is forbidden, there are no cinemas, women are not permitted to drive, nor swim in public pools and they must cover up in abayas and veils.
Unfortunately, I have observed, up close and personal, the way –some- deride and put down those, who have come here to share decades of their professional experience to build up Riyadh- with no thanks whatsoever.
Many expats here simply go to work for their daily kick up the backside by people who were wondering in the desert on camels just 60 years ago.
I say, forget the salary and perks and keep your dignity…
…let’s all go home and leave them to it.
I’m writing this from a hotel balcony overlooking the expanse of the Aegean Sea in Greece.
Worlds away from restrictive dry Riyadh, my sense of freedom is acute and my joy is full.
All I can hear are the gentle lap of waves on the pebbled shore below and in my view is a Cruise Princess liner elegantly making her way into the port of Patra. The sound of the muezzin is now replaced by the church bells tolling from the nearby church on this sunny Sunday morning. I feel so free I want to cry. Yesterday I was on the steps of the Parthenon with a hoard of people I did not expect to find touring Greece in September. We stayed in the quaint enclave of Plaka at the foot of the Acropolis eating all the homely meals I grew to love from my father’s kitchen.
This vacation is a soothing balm for my soul after the harsher atmosphere of life in a Riyadh hotel.
To feel the sun on my bare arms as I walked hand in hand with my husband today was priceless, so innocent and yet forbidden to me in Riyadh.
If only the Riyadhites could chillax too, it would make life there a lot happier.
Meanwhile I have lots more sun rays to catch under the Agean sky.
Forgive me if I don’t stop to write for the rest of my stay here.