My perfect match in Saudi Arabia

When the gorgeous sun started to disappear below the horizon, I finally got out of the busy border area and enjoyed my first steps in the Saudi territory. Suddenly, the policeman from the last checkpoint called me back and told me to go to the office of the Director of Immigration. At that place, I was welcomed with dates and delicious Arabic coffee. The employees promised me to find a driver or a bus going to Dammam or Bahrain for me because I told them that I was heading to Bahrain where I had arranged a Couchsurfing host. They let me stay in the office alone with the constantly playing relaxing Arabic music, many documents and a modern camera system, and I enjoyed watching it more than TV. Once upon a while, someone came to refill my cup of coffee.

In the end, it took them more than 2 hours, but the mission was completed successfully. The lucky guy, who won this perfect-match competition and was honoured to get into the presence of a white girl without burka, got the responsibility to take the best care of her. He was believed to be reliable and safe enough, and had great English-speaking skills because of having cooperated with the U.S. Army. We left the border at 8pm, and started a four-hour-long journey towards Dammam.

The driver was very interesting and he even bought me some sandwiches. It was my first encounter with someone with his kind of mentality. He had two wives, a bunch of children, and showed me some family photos. In one of them, there were three kids – two girls and one boy. He showed it to me and proudly said: “This is my son from my second wife,” not mentioning the girls at all. His first marriage was an arranged one, and he also married the second wife because she was more beautiful than the first one. He also added: “It’s good that my wives don’t talk to each other. But boys talk… that’s the most important.”

We arrived close to the ca 25-km long bridge connecting Dammam and Bahrain at 00:15am, and then, I had to cross it to get to the Arabic Las Vegas.

Cheap travel in Saudi Arabia. Michaela Kabourkova hitchhiking the world.
Director’s office at a Saudi Arabia border

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Getting my backpack stolen by a drug dealer in Thailand

I experienced some problems nearby the Thai-Malaysian border when a drug dealer at my age picked me up at night (that’s not the issue). Drug dealers are usually chill as the only thing that interests them are drugs, so they would never think of doing something bad to me. I often hitchhiked at night only with the purpose to get a place to crash because most of the people that I encountered asked me where I would sleep. They didn’t like the idea of me sleeping outside in my sleeping bag and preferred to invite me over. First of all, we visited the house of a friend of the drug dealer where they got a bit high. Then, we went to a market to buy some food for me (they didn’t eat almost anything).

The drug dealer, let´s call him John, stayed in the car and made another friend, Mike, whom we randomly met in front of the shop, accompany me. Mike could communicate in English a little (unlike John). After a while, the police appeared in the shop and John with his car, where I had my backpack with all my stuff except for my phone and ca $1 in Thai currency, disappeared… 

I was afraid that the police caught him and found my passport in the car together with the drugs that he had. There was a death sentence for dealing with drugs in Thailand, so I really didn’t want to get involve in that. Mike told me that it was going to be all right. I trusted him and tried not to panic. I had no choice anyways. We hopped on his motorcycle and he drove me to a hotel in the middle of nowhere where John´s drunk girlfriend (also a non-English speaker) was staying.  Mike gave me his Line (messaging app), so that we could stay in touch, which calmed me down a bit.

Then, he went to look for John (they were not as good friends as I thought and he didn’t know where John lived). I ate the food we bought, had a shower, put my phone on charge with her charger and went to sleep in my sweaty clothes. The girlfriend disappeared at night but she left some clothes, cosmetics and drugs in the room, which gave me the hope that she would later come back…

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Thai kids preparing their “medicine”

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