National Day in Saudi Arabia is on September 23 every year. In Riyadh, this means lots and lots of celebration. There are festivals, fireworks, and just general revelry, with everyone wearing green and waving Saudi flags.
This year, we didn’t want to be out late and get stuck in the crush of celebratory traffic, but we did want to get out and about and see a bit of what was going on for National Day. So in the afternoon, we headed to historical Diriyah and walked around the festival grounds there. There wasn’t a whole lot going on at that point in the afternoon, but we enjoyed the scene anyway!
Lavender was rockin’ her National Day t-shirt.
There were about ten camels on the festival grounds, all decorated up for National Day. Some were resting, while others had riders on them and were walking around. Lots of pictures were taken of the camels. Yeah, it’s Saudi Arabia, but it’s actually not typical to see camels (especially highly decorated ones) walking around in the streets of Riyadh.
There were a bunch of classic cars and trucks parked around the grounds, too.
I was kind of amazed by this random legible footprint in the sand. Yeah, you can call me lame; it’s okay.
I like that red bag.
There was some pretty serious sand castle building going on.
And I’m not exactly sure what this guy was building, but the mud he was using in between the bricks looked just like peanut butter, and it made me hungry.
Every kid had some sort of National Day decoration.
When we were there, they were still setting up for the parade through Diriyah that would take place later.
This is where that chair ended up–a whole roadside row of them. Mr. Mostafa guessed that the mayor of Riyadh would be in attendance for the National Day procession through Diriyah happening later in the evening.
Saudi Abbey Road.
I loved that baby’s ruffled, colorful little outfit.
There were horses, too! Mr. Mostafa said to me, laughing, “They don’t look much like your dad’s horses, do they?” Nope. They were smaller and skinnier–not unhealthy skinny, but thinner than the horses back home on the farm. That’s partly because Arabian horses are naturally a bit shorter and less stout than Quarter horses, but it’s also because my dad feeds our horses like they’re kings. And that’s one of the reasons I love him.
Happy National Day, everyone!