Saudi Bodyguard by Mark Young

Author:Mark Young
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: drugs, corruption, bodyguard, saudi arabia, saudi
Publisher: Mark Young

After my unceremonious exit from the jeep and semi-conscious, I slowly became aware that no Jerboa resided in either of my hands.

I was severely pissed off, and became even more so as I noticed several Arab faces looking down at me, laughing and grinning. Then, it had to happen, I heard the phrase “Crazy, crazy Englishman,” emanating from the Bedouin who had dogged me throughout my desert trip. I knew he was right. After picking myself up, with a little help from my friends, I climbed back into the jeep. Everyone was laughing and having fun, probably at my expense. Not being psychic, I didn’t know it would be me who would be laughing the following night.

An hour or so later we returned to camp. Leaving the jeeps, we made our way over to the campfires nearby. As sweet mint tea was served, I marvelled at the bright blue, orange and red flames licking at the logs on the fire. Tiny crackling sparks flew skywards, drifting away in the light desert breeze. I sat on the right-hand side of the prince. Several Jerboas were unceremoniously thrown on to the burning embers at the base of the fire. Neither the prince nor I bothered to eat any of them. Much laughter and merriment emanated from the men sitting around us. No doubt, my hunting expertise was high up on the agenda of their discussions.

After a couple of hours, the prince rose. As we followed his lead, he bade the men goodnight. The prince signalled me to walk with him. “Mark, did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Yes, Your Highness, I did. That’s apart from my early exit from the jeep, of course,” I replied.

“I have to admit, I thought you were just a little bit hasty, too,” he said, laughing. After saying goodnight, I made my way back to my tent. I opened the fridge door and scraped some ice from the icebox, and placed it on the palms of my hands to soothe the sand burns. I climbed into bed and the crisp, cold white sheets sent a shiver through me. The nights were freezing and if the wind blew, it cut through you like a knife. I was fortunate to have been given a desert Sheikh’s robe, which was made from heavy canvas material and lined with white fur. This robe shielded me from the biting wind.

I placed the robe on top of my blankets and tried to get warm. My thoughts wandered until I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

“Mark, Mark, wake up, I want to show you something,” called Sultan, the prince’s uncle, from the canvas flap of my tent.

“Give me five minutes, will you?”

“Okay Mark, but hurry up, I think you will like this.” Not happy with the disturbance, I nonetheless dragged myself from my bed. After a quick wash, I got dressed and went outside.

“I know you like new experiences, Mark, so I thought you may like to witness this.” Sultan steered me towards the tent where the cooks prepared the food.

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