We make it into Kuwait's Seif Harbor with little drama, save for a visit from a U.S. Navy patrol boat curious--but tolerant--of me and the bike. However, we're three hours later than anticipated, and it is 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning. The Muslim weekend is Thursday and Friday, so for the Kuwaiti Port Authority it is Monday morning, and they're wide awake. Wazzan and his crew unstrap the XR650 from its spot and we push it onto the jetty. I strike out for the harbor exit, nervous as hell about getting stopped and asked for paperwork, which I don't have for this part of the world. And to cut a long and agonizing story short, that's exactly what happens. The gate guards stop me and ask for every form of identification, and then some. I give them everything I have and am escorted at rifle point into a waiting room. A Kuwaiti officer comes in and wants to know who I am, why I am here, am I a soldier, why was I on the dhow, where is the motorcycle from, who sent me, where are my shipping forms--it is a bloody nightmare. Thankfully, eight hours later the faxed visa and my British passport prove enough to keep me out of jail, but they are not allowing the bike onto the streets of Kuwait City without the necessary paperwork. Rajesh speaks to them from Trading Enterprises in Dubai, but this is Kuwaiti turf, and the XR650 is impounded until such time as Trading Enterprises pays duty on the value of the bike, at which point it can be shipped back to Dubai.