Sand

On a 767 from UAE to Saudi Arabia. Sea colors are pure and innocent but the coast shapes nervous and bizzare. Many dessalinator plants work furiously to provide urgent and impelling Saudi needs. Thirtsy and sandy land. Once the plane start flying over the desert, the earth becomes invisible. Pale yellow clouds, wind and sand. Nothing for thousands of kilometers, until Riyadh.
Wind in Saudi brings dust everywhere. Warm and sandy air through my nostrils on the way back to my hotel.