Very few of the old
Khamis bunch arrived at Tabuk where we started off with no Saudi friends and
not many English friends either fortunately Fred had came to Tabuk too so at
least Karen didn’t feel too bad about the move. Fred was an English teacher who
together with three others seem to form a new group of friends for her. They
were a mixed crowd John a New Zealander with a sarcastic sense of humour, Pete
who ran a private bank for the boys, and another John who was Winston
Churchill’s nephew. Soon they became our friends too. Some of her flight line
friends had transferred with the aircraft and some members of the photo club
had come as well. Before long we were running a fairly full house. The camera
club gained some new members and I used to run portrait lessons in the garden
which was full of eucalyptus trees and bushes.
One of the new
members didn’t think I was experienced enough and one night soon after we
started we were sat in the club room under a single strip light when he
suddenly asked “What exposure would you give in here Mike?” Not a nice question
but I answered it to the best of my ability and he whipped his exposure meter
out and measured the ambient light. “You’re right” he said with amazement, I
never told him that it was a lucky guess but from that moment on he never
questioned anything I said.
I had been promoted
and now worked in Training Control as one of a team. There was no close contact
with the Saudis except at a managerial level which had the benefit of meeting
the senior Saudi workforce. Although I knew a few of them through my time with
Ali Badi I never knew them socially. But we got along just fine I was now
working over a much wider range of trades and my main trouble was with the BAC
section heads that saw it as their main responsibility to maintain the aircraft
and tended to ignore the training of the Saudis. They were senior to me which
meant that I had to go through my management to get things done. A most
frustrating position to be in, so in due course when I was asked to apply for
the Training Control managers job which I was expected to get. I refused. I’ve
often wondered about that decision since but it did lead to the most
interesting part of my stay in Saudi.
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