Midnight Joy Ride on 1000ccs in Saudi Arabia
POV: Itās 5am. Youāre drinking loose leaf tea with fresh mint, smoking š shisha, & chillinā with the boys at a restaurant overlooking the Gulf of Oman.
A random feral cat strolls by, so you say whatās up. 30 seconds later, itās sitting on your chest.
30 minutes later, itās starting a two hour nap on you. Youāve named it BroBro because itās chill and itās one of the boys now. Youāll probably never see it again, but youāll pick up another cat or two tomorrow because theyāre all cool af here.
Woke up early, went to the local Afghan bakery for a cheese roti.
Stopped at the veg vendors on either side of the bakery to some tomatoes for 50 cents & an onion for a dime. Then, asked them to dice them & fill it.
Got two made for $2.16 and walked a few hundred meters to the fish restaurant for some karak chai & a comfortable seat.
Not a bad breakfast experience.
I did NOT expect Saudi Arabian fried chicken to be this good.
Have you ever had #AlBaik ?
Stopped to rest & eat just before Botswana, but I had a bit of a situation...or two. #africa #Rustenburg #McDonaldsHacks
Going for a walk around Fujeirah, UAE at 1am. If youāre watching, leave a comment!
Riding along the Omani coast to go get me some Bangladeshi chicken & rice for 1 riyal has me likeā¦.
When the staff at the shisha house starts lighting these sparklers & dropping them all over the floor, you know itās a BANGER.
You also start to remember those parties in the Middle East that ended in huge fires with dozens of deaths BECAUSE DUDES STARTED LIGHTING F**KING FIREWORKS OFF INSIDE 8 STORY HOTELS. š š§Ø š„ š„
Ngl though. The live music went hard af
Room service in a 121 year old 5 āļø hotelā¦
$10 Greek pizza. Spinach, black & green olives, goat feta, & bacon.
All overlooking the bustling streets of Nairobi, Kenya.
At 5 days of exposure to the language, hereās my first conversational attempt in Swahili beyond basic greetings.
Weāre almost up to 20 words & phrases now.
If you can believe it, this is a toll road.
Northern Zambia has some of the harshest roads Iāve seen. While this isnāt one of the worst patches, I dodged an unexpected set of deep potholes, then almost got splatted by a truck while trying to avoid getting pulled into the grooves of the dirt shoulder.
A hell of a day.
Rode about 400km, nearly ran out of petrol, arrived at a station with only about 5km left in the tank aside from my emergency fuel bladder.
Spent about 4 hours with border BS including accidentally starting to cross the Zimbabwe border, then sneaking back into bots just to exit to the correct border, lol. Also, being told by customs to stop by the interpol office. Apparently, they stamp the carnet? Weird.
Then, a 60km crawl to the nearest āborder townā with no street lights or ambient lights. Just pitch black roadway until semi trucks come over the hill and immediately put their high beams on, blinding you while you attempt to dodge potholeās & potential game at 60-100km/hour.
I get to the first lodge in sight, exhausted, & pull onto their sandy/gravel lot. After the staff tells me itās $18 for a room, I agree and start to get off the bike.
But as I swing my right leg off the bike, it hits the left pannier & when I try to unf**k that, the kickstand falters in the gravel, smacking me on my back with my foot comfortably stuck under said pannier, lol.
On the plus side, my skills for actually riding in sand have improved drastically since my fall last week, ā ļø.
The staff helps me get the bike up & I get into my room, only to see that itās absolutely swarming with mosquitoes. Despite growing up in south Florida, Iāve never seen so many in one room.
Armed with a 16oz can of āquito killer, I launch a multi-front war on the needle nosed birds of prey. They fall within seconds and litter the accommodations like ash from a volcano. The air has a minty tinge instead of the classic smell, so I donāt think twice until Iām coughing like itās 2020.
I bundle my shirt into a 5 layer mask as I get into every crevice, then gently brush their corpses from atop the comforter. I think about switching but thereās no way Iām reloading panniers onto the bike and heading back into the road at midnight after a day like today.
I glance at
I donāt know if thereās any coming back from waking up to your maids cooking you a full English breakfast as you catch up on the newsā¦
For a hair over $50 USD, Iām staying in the master bedroom of a small mansion near the Kgaswane mountains. Thereās also a private grassy balcony & a heated pool overlooking the rest of the city.