Working internally in Saudi, you needed, by 1978, a Saudi ‘partner’. Working for Al Qafilah - Caravan trading out of Dammam. Ali Al Ghoson was partner for about 10 of us. He received 10% of our gross earnings for doing… Well, not a lot. He signed a letter inviting us back when we went home. We put this in at the embassy to get a new visa. Eventually we finished up with work visas which meant we had to get an exit visa to get out of the country! Not a man to fall out with.
In 1980, my then wife, Lynda, was coming out for a visit. Ali having wangled the visa for her. The day before her arrival I was heading back out of Riyadh in the Saviem. The two lanes were separated by a central concrete barrier, with gaps at junctions.
A Toyota pick up suddenly appeared broadside in front of me having raced across the other carriageway without consideration of traffic on the other side. I anchored on, but of course smacked into him! I stopped and jumped down. I was certain he was dead. He was immobile, lying across the seats. After a minute he stirred and shook violently. Relief that he was still alive. The Toyota was a write off, but the only damage to the Saviem was a broken headlight and slightly bent bumper.
Traffic stopped all around us, then sirens and police. They let me pull off to the side and then off to the Police office. Zero conversation with the traffic cops. After all the horror stories I was going to be in prison for months!
In the police station, I was taken into the head man’s office. Very friendly, good English. He listened to my explanation of what happened. It was early afternoon. Ali usually came back to the office about 4.30 until close of business at 6.00. I was given chai, and told to wait.
At 4.30, the chief of police had a long, laughing conversation with Ali. After he put the phone down, he looked at me seriously. ‘Your wife is here tomorrow?’
‘Err, yes.’
‘Well, you had better get back to Dammam to meet her!’ And he laughed and waved me out of the office.
I didn’t find out what happened to the Toyota driver, beyond them saying that he was ‘alright’.
I suddenly didn’t begrudge that 10% any more!
John