It reminds me of being in Taif, sitting in the equivalent of a shower on a rolled out rug, a bbqed lamb in front of us on a bed of cous cous, the only appliance being a knife. As we were pulling, cutting and gnawing away, this Arab arrives, dragging a goat into the back and then a EEEEEEEEEOOOOW. Dinner had just arrived, eventually to be lowered into the charcoal pit.