Think the worst one I ever met, was the guy that was supposed to be showing me the way it was done, on my first trip.
It was to Abba and they had not built the road yet, so we were the first artics to ever get there. (No one told us this)
We were stuck In Jeddah for a good few days, waiting for other catching up.
We were on a sort of truck park, anyway one day it started raining hard. I could see that we were going to be in a quagmire here. So drove up to the road and spent the night there.
Next morning my âexpertâ. As I had learned before, had just one method of dealing with adversities, foot flat down, thats the only method he had, no matter the problem.!!
So paddling out of the lagoon, he insisted that I tow him out. Well getting your self out is one thing, towing some one else out as well, is quite another, besides we were not going anywhere anyway and the Saudi sun would soon get rid of the lagoon.
Before I had time to do anything, heâd jumped in my truck and got that stuck as well.
Then he came back blubbering about it all being my fault.
By this time it was just wet sand, so, taking it very gently and a few back and forth es, got my truck back on the road.
The guy was still being very arrogant, but wanted me to get his truck out!!
Obvious first reaction, was. Get stuffed. On the other hand we were not going anywhere, without this load. So I drove it out.
Not trying to sound cleaver, just what a plonker this guy was.
His idea of getting over a mountain on a very rough unmade road, was to floor it and rattle the truck to bits.
Others on that trip, were absolutely disgusting. But I was stuck with them, needing a D9 bulldozer, to move forwards.
They would taunt young girls, on there way home from school, telling them what they would do at them. All in English of course.
Glad I never met that lot again.
Anyway, a couple of us, got invited to the Lang Wimpy pub in Abba, it was just a house in a side street. But inside, it had a copper bar, beer mats, the lot.
Not sure the rabble ever got to go.
Soon after that, I cleared off back to Jeddah, with 50p in my pocket.
The rest of the story has been told before.