Early morning in Riyadh, it is only 10 C and it’s still dark. So I get up, get dressed and make my way to the wonderful airport. This facility is a mess, no service and no flair at all. Jut concrete and people who don’t like to work there. Parked the car and checked in. On my way to the security check I discovered that I still had my heavy-duty pocketknife in one of the many pockets of my field gear pants. That is not a problem over here. The guy at the monitor is mere interested in a chat with his pal than in watching the monitor and see what is being brought on board. You get away with everything here. A sub-machine gun over the shoulder would raise some suspicion I guess. I stuck it into my backpack and no problem. Still the sound at the little detection frame would go of each time I go through. The other guy did not really care, he sent me back twice, made me take my shoes off, that’s what he is supposed to do in situations like this and then he let me through shrugging his shoulders. The obvious reason was two pens in my pen pocket on my left sleeve.
Anyhow I am waiting for my flight and the sun is coming out. All is well in Saudi Arabia, it is a different world after all and one cannot compare and should not.
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