Departed at 6am and the Bahrainian Police would not stamp me out on my CDP, they didn't know what to do and I explained to them just stamp the gad dang thing and sign it, but he refused. So I left.
Entered Saudi and the Immigration officer offered me some dates and stamped my passport and then I asked him if he could stamp my Carnet which he did willingy and off I went, back on those horrible Saudi roads. Drove for hours and then crossed the border again , anothe Saudi stamp and into Kuwait. Got a free Visa on arrival , took my fingerprints and didn't have to take out insurance, so it cost nothing to enter and it was quick, well not like their are tourists line up to come see it. I wish they had of told me.
As I entered the city my chain came off. I coasted into a Mall and stopped in some shade and stripped down and got the tools out and started the grim task. While I was munching on some chips a guy in a Bugatti called me over and warned me not to eat or drink , I wasn't even thinking about Ramadan as one normally does. He said in Kuwait they will cuff you immediately, they take this stuff seriously over here, he was very nice about it.
Next minute a guy pulls over and offers some help and knows the BMW guys, phones them and asks if they will stay open late till we arrive. I Followed him for a short while and the chain came off again. So I parked it on a sidewalk and went with Dragon in his Landcruiser to the dealer and got a sprocket. The traffic is horrendous in this place, anyhow he got me back and I wrenched on it and got er done.
Got to my hotel and headed out to eat.
KUWAIT DAY 108 30-3-23.
Went back to BMW and got a new chain and front sprocket. There was a chap in front of me on a bike as I pulled in and he got off his bike and asked if I had come from SA. I was taken aback, he said I can see by the bike and then checked my number plate. He had been to Cape Town years ago, so I think he's a custo.er and we yak and yak and then he says come up for some coffee. Turns out he's the owner, he sits me down open up some jars of dried fig and another one with nuts and apolgises that he can't eat being a Muslim. Then he open the draw and gives me a BMW watch and cap.
They washed my bike and $370 poorer I was out of there. Drove downtown but the traffic is just jammed everywhere and rode along the coast back to the hotel and am just waiting for the sun to set so I can eat again.