Dune bashing in Qatar

Why waste a good immigration haul by going direct?

No, I always make is as complicated as possible…fleeing Bangkok to stop off in Qatar to check in on Becks, then on to Miami for some more sunshine.

We were driven down empty highways until they ended south of Doha. From there the tires were let down and the madman behind the wheel let out. The more we screamed, the faster he drove.

The desert never looked so scary!