Life in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is no party … or so we thought. In Saudi Arabia Undercover, expat Harper Walsh busts this myth with true stories of homemade alcohol, pill popping, parties staffed by pretty Ethiopian girls in expat gated compounds, smuggled bacon sandwiches and frequent trips over the border into Bahrain for booze and sex. With few opportunities for Saudi men to interact with women – beyond flirtatious eye contact with burka-clad supermarket checkout girls and the unceasing sexual abuse of Filipina maids – the use of gay dating apps is rife. In this hilarious piece of gonzo journalism, Walsh and his merry band of expat misfits walk readers down the male-dominated streets of Saudi Arabia, where a Friday night out means a kebab followed by a public decapitation at Chop Chop Square, and on much-deserved R&R breaks to Bahrain, Bangkok and Cairo, where a glass of cold beer does not invite 100 lashes, imprisonment and certain deportation.
About the author
Known to his friends as the poor-man’s Hunter S. Thompson, Harper Walsh has spent more than a decade as a vagabond smuggler around Southeast Asia and the Middle East. He drinks, writes, DJs and avoids incarceration in your favourite vacation spots. If there was a modern-day villain to the millenials’ ‘influencers’ Harper would be it. When not working in war zones, he divides his time between hunting vinyl and DJing, writing, dive bars and beaches.