anthony....one day my sergeant major & I were stoppeed at a checkpoint waiting for traffic to move forward when an old Saudi man hopped in the back seat...I called the Saudi guard over & he told me the old man needed a ride...what am I to do?
Well, we're riding along when suddenly the old man points out across the desert - no landmarks, nothing but he wanted us to turn off the road...quickly I flipped on our GPS & we headed out across the desert...after a while, we came to a tent village & the old man had us stop...kids, women, young men all came out to meet us & were happy we had brought the old man home...a young fellow who spoke some English invited us to the camel races....now, lemme tell you that's something to watch...you sit in the sand under a "gentlemen's tent", drinking tea while everyone is smoking from water pipes (yep, you can guess)...suddenly all these camels come racing by - everybody jumps up yelling as they race by over the horizon...then we sit downand have tea & lunch (turned out to be roasted pigeon & desert grass) while we're waiting for the camels to come back by....but by then the smoke from the water pipes had me so high I didn't care what I ate...
After the races as we were leaving, I had to ask my SGM which vehicle was ours - but there was only 1 vehicle there - he said he thought he had driven there in the left vehicle...hehehehehe...
GPS took us back to where we had left the road hours before but the tracks in the sand looked like a snake had made them...interesting afternoon, thank goodness there were no random drug tests for either of us.....but, ya gotta do things like that to "feel" a country!