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My Summer Vacation in Saudi Arabia
When my friend proposed to go to Saudi Arabia for a week during the summer I had to look it up in the phone book. It's near Egypt and my cousin had gone there and saw the pyramids and said they were nice. It also doesn't seem to far away from India and everyone says that India is a serious adventure to go there so I said let's go to Saudi Arabia. I was a little worried because someone told me that the Queen of Saudi Arabia is married to a really ugly man... but it turned out that most Saudi Arabians are ugly and so it would be shallow of me to discriminate like that. So I packed my bags and got flying!
Flight
As it turns out only Saudi Arabian airlines flies directly there. It was a great way to integrate ourselves in the culture. We both had to put on headscarves and I chose a bright pink one while my friend chose a navy colour. We didn't get to have a cocktail on board but they had really nice prune juice. For the meal it was rice with walnuts and sliced lamb. I had never had it, so I can't compare that to anything but it was really okay. The napkins had Saudi Arabian Airlines written on it in red ink and then some Arabic squiggles underneath that said something I couldn't understand because I can't read Arabic squiggles even though I tried from right to left. The movie they showed was "Dances with wolves" though I think it was a different version because I remember seeing Kevin Costner's beautifully sculpted naked ass and then later him screwing that white-Indian chick in the tent but this version didn't have any of that. The flight landed a little early which meant we could spent ten extra minutes in Saudi Arabia which was a total score.
The sights of Riyadh
This city has a bunch of nice skyscrapers. They reminded me of my trip to Dallas but in Riyadh it's with really dark people and none of them are Mexicans. The top of one of the skyscrapers had a nice restaurant. Saudi Arabian mojitos don't taste like rum and they are pretty sweet. We had five and didn't even feel a little buzz. Maybe because Saudi Arabia is in the middle of the ocean, the altitude destroys the alcohol or something like that. We were approached by a lot of nice guys who smiled a lot. We both looked at each other and laughed when we saw their moustaches and tried to take these guys seriously. I was given business cards and expensive jewelry and so was my friend. They all invited us to go for a trip to an abandoned beach but we were tired and wanted to rest our eyes while sleeping. When I wear my pearl bracelets they gave me, I sometimes think about how sweaty those guys were.
Going to Mekka
I heard that Mekka is really nice. There is this big black cube that people walk around. We put on white clothes and headed there in a minibus. We don't speak Arabic but the driver took us there. When we were walking there, someone in a green suit with a very large gun told us to get into their car. We thought it was maybe a bang bus and so we made sure they didn't have a hidden camcorder before getting in. It was air conditioned and it had pretty comfy seats. The man was driving like a lunatic while yelling and screaming at us and I think he was just giving a tour and explaining things and in some weird way trying to impress us. He kept saying infidels cannot visit Mecca. I didn't remember seeing any infidels there but if they aren't allowed then I guess they shouldn't go. We went to a place that had iron bars and food served on metal trays and we got to stay for two days. The beds were not comfortable but it was like camping. Mekka was really interesting in that way. I had never seen a sink, a bed and a toilet in the same room before. Then a man from the American consulate told us we were free to leave. I told him that we were enjoying Mekka and that we didn't want to leave before seeing the big black cube. He told us that we had spent enough time there and we should consider going home early. He wasn't very friendly. But he did drop us off at our hotel. He wore terrible cologne.
The American Compound
We went to an American bar for some reason that I don't remember now that it's later. The bar looked like an American bar and they served American drinks but we weren't in America so it wasn't an American bar. I saw the cocktail list and chose a sunset on the beach and my friend decided to have a sunset on the beach. Some people talked to us. My friend fell asleep and tumbled off her chair. The people in the American compound were so boring, our presence there was slowly murdering us from boredom. We knew that if we didn't get out of the boredom soon we would be dead.
Even in Saudi Arabia Pakistani's own the corner shops. We went into one and the attendant suggested that we rent his brothers boat to go for a cruise. He was really nice and he even gave us for free a Pakistani dessert which is sort of like really dry cake with a overly sweet milk thing on top and some dried figs. He was such a nice guy I couldn't trow it out in front of his face so I sort of half swallowed it so I could regurgitate it afterwards. He was really friendly and smiley so we got his brothers number.
The Beach
We headed to the beach and we were wearing our bikini's under our sarongs. When we got to the beach we took off our sarongs and in no time we made a lot of friends with funny moustaches. A little later some guys with machine guns came to us and insisted that we go to the ladies beach where we would be more comfortable there. We couldn't bring our new friends but we went anyways. When we got to the ladies beach, it was actually pretty nice. We met nice ladies. Some of the ladies were even topless and had really nice bodies, very plump breasts and asses smoking way harder than our smoking asses. We exchanged gym techniques and they asked us all about our lives at home. They had strange ideas about our lives. I have no idea what a Swedish steam-shovel is but I doubt that I have ever done it. Maybe my friend did. Probably she has.
Meeting a prince
They say Saudi Arabia has over 200 princes. I met one who was really nice. We met him in the bazaar. He took us to his summer palace to have a feast. Someone told us that men and women eat separately so I couldn't eat with the prince. Instead we were with a lot of women who didn't speak English and stared at us the whole time. The food was different but I think I liked it. We did get rather bored. After lunch the prince suggested that he show us his private beach. We walked with him along the beach and he talked a little too much. He wasn't really good looking though his body wasn't bad either, my friend didn't like his body but she though he had a smile that compensated for his stupid moustache. He was a prince so we fooled around for an hour on the beach. Afterwards he said bye and ran away super fast. I think he had Prince stuff to deal with. His driver took us to the hotel and parked in a garage and then went down on us with no strings attached. It was really such a special night.
In the red sea
We hired a boat and sailed on the red sea with the Pakistani's brother. He was pretty tall for an Arab and handled the boat with confidence. Once we were far away enough from the coast we went snorkeling and saw some nice colourful fish. We had to go back too soon even though we were having fun looking at fish. My friend threw up on the way back. I thought it was sea sickness. She was pregnant. We couldn't get any day after pills in the pharmacy and so we called the prince and asked him if he knew where to get one. Within ten minutes he had sent ten boxes of them and his driver even gave her a bottle of water to swallow it down. They can be so sweet.
Going back
That week ended so fast I couldn't believe it was over so quickly. We sent off some post cards and I got a toy pidgin and some wooden sandals and dried dates for some friends back home. We had forgotten to take pictures and took some of the desert on the way to the airport. We had forgotten to ride a camel. Maybe next time. The flight back was nice. Once we were home we stopped at McDonald's to have a bacon McMuffin and I had to go to work the next day. I told my workmates about the trip and they didn't believe any of my stories. But that's because they are closed minded and boring. My cousin suggested I go to Israel next summer but I think she was pulling my leg because the bible was written 200 years ago and Israel isn't even real.
