The next time Martin Bakole ventures to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia it will be markedly different from the last time. In May, the month he returns, he will know in advance when he is to travel and will be able to plan accordingly. He will also presumably arrive at the airport in more suitable attire – that is, not sweating in tight jeans – and have the luxury of a direct flight and the freedom to stroll from the departure lounge to the gate without fear of missing his flight and ruining everybody’s fun. Last time, in February, Bakole was unprepared and in a great hurry. He smiled through it all, of course, yet the slapdash nature of his arrival in Riyadh was evident in both what he wore and how
