Dugmaze,
Blimey, and we thought you lot had the beer, pool-tables and dames! We had alcohol-free crap (called 'Kalibur' I think), no taste but the full hangover. Pool? Banned, you could gamble on the results. Newspapers from Blighty? Censored with marker pens- in one mind-blowingly funny Daily Telegraph, a German woman athlete was depicted taking the final bend in the 800 metres wearing a blue-penned crinoline ballgown! Girls? A distant memory! We were bored out of our skulls mostly, so anything for a diversion, like scaring everyone sh**less by unnecessarily unscrewing our fuses with a pipe wrench and 5 foot of scaffolding pole as a 'joke', with half the crew pretending to brace the bench for effect, (they don't half make a good loud crack! as the sealant breaks!- Ever heard 20 men breathe out at once?), or driving our truck anywhere off-limits just for a laugh, (like Kuwait!), or teaching Saudi soldiers completely ludicrous 'expletives', and then getting "Accrington Stanley", ( a defunct English soccer club ) bellowed at us across the souk! As for going back, in better times, perhaps, the interior has some stunningly beautiful scenery.
Alan
