When I got lost (briefly) with my parents in Durrah.

We were in a village near Durrah and one day was reserved for the city. We visited it, had a good
time but it was late when we got back to the car ready to go home. Everything looked fine there
were signs and we thought that we won’t get lost but as luck always follows us, we got to an
intersection and we had to turn right but it was blocked. My dad thought that there is another way so
we turned left only to find ourselves on the motorway to Jubail. My mother was cursing because our
GPS didn’t work and my father was yelling on her because she was cursing so it was a nice
situation.

After 20 minutes of arguing it seemed that there is no way for us to turn and go back to Durrah so
we thought that we will end in Jubail after all. I noticed a sign “Durrah” in front of us so we turned
right, got off the motorway and eventually found out the way back to the village. Those 20 minutes
made my father and mother look like a live Spanish-soap opera actors.