A friend forwarded me this travelogue from a brief trip through Jeddah and Riyadh, the two key commercial cities of Saudi Arabia.
SUNDAY: My flight to Jeddah is delayed by 2 hours. I eventually takes off at 900pm. On arrival in Jeddah there’s a 3 hour queue at passport control. Two elderly fellow passengers pass out during the wait as the room is not air conditioned and you can’t sit down.
I eventually get through but can’t find my luggage as the belt signage has been updated for subsequent flights – I eventually find bag amongst boxes stacked in corner… after 40 minutes of searching.
Taxi meter ‘fails’ (or was turned off) after 5 minutes of journey to the hotel- driver says he will estimate and give ‘good price’!! Thanks!!
Check into hotel at 1:30 am with planned checkout at 7 am.
MONDAY: Work in the office, leave for Jeddah airport and arrive 3 hours before I’m due to fly to Riyadh. Try and check in and they say I have no reservation or booking under my name and that I should go and buy a ticket. I speak to five other members of airport staff (each of which involved queuing/waiting) before I find one that speaks adequate enough english, he appears to easily find my booking and prints off my boarding card without incident and tells me that I need to rush to make the flight. Before giving me my ticket he lectures me that I should arrive at least three hours before flight departure. I rush off without arguing. There is no time to check my bag (probably a good thing)
Just about make my flight.
My seat is taken and the air hostess simply tells me to find another seat. An Arab with an American accent then shouts across the plan—“Oi! White man! This seat is free!”
I sit next to him and he asks me if I felt odd being a white guy on a flight full of Arabs. He then (jokingly?) tells me ‘they’re not going to blow the plane up just to get me’ and that it would be a ‘poor western to arab death ratio!’ I pretend to be a sleep for the rest of the flight.
I fall asleep and wake up on from the impact of landing. Strange as no body told me to put my seat belt on or bring my seat forward….also the second we land ever passenger gets up and starts queuing for the door whilst the plane is still taxiing. The air hostesses appear to be helping. All very strange.
‘Coincidentally’ the taxi from the airport meter fails again but ‘luckily’ the driver again kindly says he will estimate and ‘give me good price’. Taxi has no AC.
Arrive at hotel and am told my reservation has been cancelled. Apparently I was suppose to confirm 24 hrs before arriving. Hotel is now full! Its 10:30 pm so I wander down the street to the next hotel. The third one I find is the first with availability. It’s a shithole. Coincidentally, it’s called “Al Shy’atal.”
TUESDAY: I wake up and order 2 large orange juices from room service. They deliver 2 small oranges.
I show the reception the office address and ask them is it close and can I walk. They have no idea and tell me to get a taxi.
I get in taxi he confidently tells me he know’s where to go…5 minutes later he pulls over and says its in there, pointing at an abandoned building. Unconvinced, I phone the office switch board and ask the receptionist to give the driver directions. He receives directions and drops me off successfully at the office. Which was 100 yards from my hotel.
Work all day in Riyadh office.
Leave for airport. Taxi meter breaks mid-route, but don’t worry, he gave me a good price!
Saudi Arabia is RUBBISH! Fact!



