Day 547: Nothing To See Here, Move Along
01.07.10: I arrived in Riyadh around 12 noon and thought about heading out to the town as I had a few hours until the bus to Dubai departed. Well I…
Day 546: Gra’m Crackers
30.06.10: I got a call of the Mandster saying that her mum’s mate had seen a trailer for my television show on cable TV in Australia. A bit (all right…
Days 544 & 545: Another Mad Scheme
28.06.10-29.06.10: I was a little iniquitous last time I left Africa, and for that I am truly sorry. Africa is many things, but it’s definitely not rubbish. Infuriating perhaps, but…
Days 539 & 540: Back In The Red
23.06.10-24.06.10: We had to be at Baaboud Shipping for 7.30am, and, once again, Turki took time away from the office to take me there. The level of hospitality and sheer…
Day 538: The Old Jeddah Mind Trick
22.06.10: Turki had tried in vain all yesterday to get in touch with Baaboud Shipping and arrange a meeting with Ahmed. But this morning we had better luck. By 9.01am…
Day 537: OK, Where’s The Catch?
21.06.10: Turki gets up at some horrendously early hour of the morning, but I was allowed to sleep in until 8am, and then we both headed over to the Eritrean…
Day 536: And All That Hejaz
20.06.10: Turki’s apartment in the north of Jeddah was as sweet as sweet can be. Not only did I get my own room (and bathroom), his fridge was stocked and…
Days 534 & 535: The Sands Of Time
18.06.10-19.06.10: So after a good night’s kip I had a the best part of a day to shake off my hangover. The bus for Riyadh, the Saudi capital, left at…
Day 513: Curse of the Black Pearl
28.05.10: So with a day to kill, Tracy and I headed out to the museum of Islamic Art. As I’ve mentioned before, with a pretty much outright ban in place…
Day 512: There’s Always An Irish Pub…
27.05.11: As if Qatar hadn’t done enough to upset me, today it well and truly rained on my parade. I was planning to meet up with friends I had met…