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Badawi Trail to the Last Oasis 2026, Syd Stelvio Day 1 - Jeddah to Abha – 695km

Badawi Trail to the Last Oasis 2026, Syd Stelvio Day 1 - Jeddah to Abha – 695km

The usual bright sun greeted the residents of Jeddah this morning, as the White Eared Bulbul’s filled the air with their morning song. Thankfully, that was the only noise to fill the sky, as over the past few weeks there has been the threat of something more menacing. The dawn chorus was soon broken though by the sound of 20 classic rally cars firing up, as pistons and crankshafts were bought to life and departed to take the start of a rally that could have gone the way of other planned motorsports in this region. But for the determination of the competitors, the organization and the people of Saudi Arabia, it may well have done. This is perhaps not a time for self-congratulation though on a job well done in getting The Badawi Trail underway against the backdrop of conflict, more an opportunity to feel thankful that we are able to take part in such an event.

But take part we will, despite a somewhat diminished field and a slightly reworked route. Instead of rallying across the entire region, the event will now be contained in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, and whilst not quite as extensive, the upside is we have the privilege of further exploring the delights of what has often been a forbidden Kingdom. The first of these privileges was to begin the rally at the Jeddah Corniche Grand Prix Circuit, with the cars being waved off on the start line, though one by one of course! The idea was to complete a lap at a moderate pace, though I’m sure nobody really expected anybody to stick to that, and whilst we may not have troubled Lewis Hamilton’s lap record, we have all enjoyed a run in the wheel tracks of the greats.

Out of the narrow confines of the circuit and on with the adventure properly, though our first taste of this would be within the perhaps greater confines of the early morning city traffic. For anyone who hasn’t experienced driving in this part of the world before it may have felt a bit nuts, as cars jostled for position on the streets, though I can promise you it was all fairly well behaved. Part of the process of driving in a new place is picking up the idiosyncrasies of their particular road networks, traffic control for example, and the different ways slip roads and intersections are designed, and all whilst getting to grips with navigating via trip and tulips. This inevitably caught plenty of people out, such as David and Matthew Leblanc in the Volvo 1800, and Ned and Kat Bacon in the bright orange Porsche 911. Full style points to Ned and Kat though, who calmly worked out the mistake and then went full send to take the most direct route to get back on track.

It wasn’t long before the horizon was filled with the Red Sea, as the cars took the coast road past the packed beach resort at Al Saif Beach. I doubt many people would have been looking inland, but anyone who was, would have no doubt gawped at the passing parade of intriguing vehicles, a change from the white utility machines that are commonplace on the roads. The sea was looking stunning, in various shades of Aqua and Ultramarine, and with the heat of the day the prospect of a dip was appealing, especially with the lack of aircon in these cars. Peter and Debbie Fitzcharles know a thing or two about overheating themselves but were suffering no such problems with their new steed, a bright orange Fangio. Though they did get a little lost on the road at various points, including a wrong slot on the days only competitive section – perhaps that’s just a byproduct of driving an orange car.

Speaking of competitive sections, the one scheduled for the day came into view shortly after the coast road ceased being a tarmac affair and crumbled into sand. This happened rather suddenly, so hopefully everyone was paying attention to their notes, and not staring out into the blue. The first DTC of the event followed shortly thereafter, a fairly simple one to break the competitors in gently, though the washboards on the surface of the sand would catch out the unwary, especially on the handful of bends in the section. It was a fun blast across the desert, and hopefully everyone made the most of it as the rest of the day was very much a concentration run along the highway to get us across the vast distance to Abha.

The motorway miles clicked by with minimal fuss, and not too much traffic to contend with. The scene on the roadside was a barren one, with occasional dunes and warnings of sandstorms, though none were forthcoming. The only real annoyance was the presence of speed bumps in the towns, the severity of which seemed to be dependent on how much spare tarmac there was on any given day. Some were a minor annoyance, some promised a trip to the osteopath, and some wouldn’t have looked out of place on an aircraft carrier.

After a quick stop at the seaside for a control the road headed inland, and slowly up as desert and sand gave way to hills and mountains. The change of scenery was welcome, but the kilometers still stretched out ahead of us, with a good few hours of driving before we could finish for the day. Towards the very end of the day the road began to climb in a big way, up the summit of the Sha’ar pass. This is considered one of the most dangerous roads in Saudi Arabia, though nobody seems to have told the locals that, with impatient overtakes that sometimes saw cars three abreast on the narrow road, with trucks coming the other way. If there had been time to take your eyes of the road, the view down the valley was quite something, but the only beings with anytime to look around were the Baboons that squatted on the walls put in place to keep the humans in.

It was a concentration sapping end to the day but spare a thought for the crew in car 1, the 1907 Itala, crawling up the mountain at 24kph. By the time they made it there it was dark as well, with the added inconvenience of the 119-year-old machine overheating to boot. It had been a long day for them and a long day for everyone, quite the way to begin an endurance rally such as this. Tomorrow is a shorter day, a whole 51km shorter! But the route is punctuated with more competitive sections and with the first half of the day in the mountains, as we head north again towards Ta’if.

Syd