A man opens the doors for us and hands the keys to the Hungarian chauffeur. I like his courtesy.
At least these people know to open doors for me.
I sit in the car, Amir follows me. The Hungarian gets behind the wheel and starts the engine.
“I can arrange sightseeing trips if you wish. There are boat trips and coaches.”
What an i***t. Coaches? Does he know who I am?
“If we need anything we will let you know.”
I can see that by “anything” Amir means women. I shake my head and look out of the window.
The place is not very clean; the roads are neglected. There are only two or three parallel lanes, driving seems dangerous here, although Saudi Arabia is not exactly famous for safe drivers either. The landscape is totally alien to me. The air is pleasantly mild but I’m starting to miss the
