Flying around the lush green lands of New Zealand is one thing... the Saudi desert, now that's something else. With my adventures down under leaving me stony broke, an offer of lucrative work in the Middle East was just too tempting.And so I started a new escapade in a land where you can get arrested for eating a sandwich, rub shoulders with Arab princes at the Grand Prix and the only alcohol is black market home brew. Once again, I was flying by the seat of my pants.