Tuesday 3rd Nov: Riyadh to Tabarjal.
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Left Riyadh at 0400hrs, full moon, about 20 degrees C.
First sign for Jouf via the new road showed 900kms, well it was a target anyhow….
Stopped at SASCO for a break after 150kms, filled petrol, no problems.
On to Burayda, followed the signs and bypassed the main town. Followed the signs for Hail and Jouf.
Burayda to Hail was windy and the road was wet. Very little rain but enough spray to make clean bike into dirty bike. I resisted the urge to clean it, and it blended in well in Jordan.
Noticed the new railway being built beside the road. Will be used for hauling Phosphates from northern mining area to Riyadh and to Jubail and will be a passenger line from Riyadh to Haditha border crossing in future.
Used a full tank of 20 litres for 200kms into the wind, although speed was high too. Worrying as I head for new Hail – Jouf road….
New Hail to Jouf road is 350kms of splendid highway across the Nejd desert. It opened about a year ago and shortened the journey to Jordan considerably, versus using the TransArabiaPipeline road from Hafir-Al-Batin. About 250kms less and much safer too according to reports of the accident risk on the TAP road.
Only one snag – there is no petrol station, shop or any other business along the road! For me this was a worry, because the bike tank holds 22 litres max, and at a steady speed, 120kph, the consumption is 15km/l. Max range 330kms. This is assuming not too much head wind – a big factor when the panniers are on the bike. To play safe, I carried 2 *4L oil bottles filled with petrol.
I had located the last and first petrol stations on Google Earth and put them in the GPS. Made sure to fill FULL at the last station leaving Hail. Next thing I know I have missed a turn-off due to some rather vague detour signage. Before going too far, I realised my mistake, and stopped to ask a guy working among the road diversions which way to Jouf? Turns out he was Chinese, but spoke enough English to get me to go back to the turnoff and get on my way.
The new road is a very pleasant wide dual carriageway, undulating across the dunes. The sand dunes are a lovely cream coffee colour, with some vegetation. I saw very few camels but still would not like to drive there at night as the road is not fully fenced off. Unlike the 240km ruler-straight road from Harad to Batha border, this road has hills, bends and enough variety of scenery to keep you interested.
Along the road, to the East side, you get to see where the railway is being built. Unlike the road which can follow the lie of the land, the railway has to have fairly level track. This is being achieved by building causeways across the valleys, using imported grey-coloured crushed rock which is quarried and hauled using fleets of trucks. There are various camps to be seen in the distance and near the road along the way. Lots of trucks, dozers, graders all working away. Quite amazing.
Made it to the next gas station with bare minimum left in the tank but without having to use any of the spare fuel. So, it worked out at 340kms and 21 litres, keeping to 120kph.
I saw some railway wagons and an engine on the track but a bit too far from the road to explore and time was pressing.
My target was a town called Tabarjal, about 150kms short of the Jordan border. Two French friends had stopped there when riding their bikes back to France in July and it seemed a good place to rest, ready for an early start.
Reached Tabarjal at about 1500hrs, after 1160kms. Felt ok, but not ok enough to tackle the border formalities which I was sure would be a test of patience and politeness….
Found a hotel (there were two on the main street but this one is on a side street so bike was going to be less obvious. It was a large building with about 10 apartments, not really a hotel. Took one apartment for SR180, it was clean enough and had hot water. Had free wifi so I was able to read the newspaper on my phone. Within a few minutes of arriving, a Saudi man arrived at the door, wanted to know who I was, etc. Security is never far away.
Later, I went out to get some dinner, and a guy sleeping in a dirty landcruiser beside the door wound down the window and said “Where go?” I replied “Go dinner!”. He then said “OK, go!”. More Security.
When I had eaten, one guy appeared at my side, showed me his walkie-talkie in his pocket, said he was a policeman and asked me if I wanted a lift back. I said I would prefer to walk, so he said he would walk with me. We had a chat along the way (my 10 word of Arabic and his rather better English) with his radio squawking away in his pocket. Hmm.
Home to bed and slept until prayer call, which was hard to miss…..