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As soon as I stepped out of the plane, the morning chill was the first to brush my cheeks with a gentle stroke. I inhaled deeply…happy to be back, I murmured in silence as if I was talking to the guardian spirits of the Assir Mountains. I have no idea who will be at the airport to pick me up.
EARLY JOURNEYS
Vroom! Vroom then the engine would cough and stop. After allowing the truck to roll backward to gain momentum, the driver would try once more but after the third attempt, I climbed down. It was my first journey to the Tihama heartlands in the early 80’s. The steep climb was too much for the Land rover. In the back of the truck were medicines and my two weeks supply of food. I climbed the rocky slope on foot and waited at the hilltop while the driver inched the Land Rover to the top.
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