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I once rode a motorcycle across Tunisia, Algeria and Morocco!

I can do the equivalent of 150 miles per hour and not get stopped. I could quite happily pursue people down the motorway in my helicopter.

I grew up in a small town in Sudan. There weren't many cars, so we did things in the countryside near where we lived.

I went down to Venezuela and ended up renting a helicopter and flew with my sons to the tops of the tepuis, these freestanding jungle mesas, 'lost worlds' as it were. In fact, it's almost impossible to access them without one. So we were able to land and spend some time there. We were trapped for about six hours by clouds that came in.

Last year I traveled to the Middle East to visit with troops in Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan.

The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.

One or two of the trips were a bit scary. Soldiers had me at gun point on one trip, locked me in my van all night and escorted me in and out of buildings when I wanted to wash.

Wherever we halted we were surrounded by wandering troops of Bedouins.

I think there, there also had been just before I got to Honduras a rather spectacular capture of an arms shipment that from Nicaragua across Honduran test, territory destined for El Salvador and I think that some of that equipment had been also to Cuba and the Soviet bloc.