Eric's activities in Saudi Arabia have to remain a secret. However,we are assured that he had a fantastic time with DUNEMEDIC. You know who you are and when the time is right, we will dig up this part of the story.  

HEMS is still close to Eric's yellow heart, and he acknowledges the half hearted (secret) invitation to fly from Mount Whitechapel one day.

 Meanwhile other aircraft awaited him ( See Above), and this little baby got him out of Saudi and into neighbouring Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. You can just see our yellow skipper in the cockpit.  This aircraft is NOT from 16AEF  RAF Abingdon, but that’s all Eric can reveal...

"Fly Emirates...." a thought prompted by distant memories of crap Football shirts from crap teams in England.   A quick trawl through the MI6 database, now leaked to him told Eric that a certain "Mr England" was expecting him in Abu Dhabi. 

Mr England is on the run too, though INTERPLOD want to question him regarding an international Pie Smuggling and Eating racket.   The slightest mention of knowing that duo Hawkins/England sets alarm bell ringing and in foto below

 we see Eric being interrogated about the validity of his passport  Abu Dhabi's finest Police Superintendent   Hassan.

Over lunch, which has lasted 4 months Mr England and his artisan chum Jamie explained that Eric could chill for a while at Shaikh Khalifa Medical Center and meet the team.

Unbeknown to Eric, there is an unwritten rule, which states "no matter how long you have been delayed in Abu Dhabi, you only get ONE after diner mint." 

Jamal the Limb-ripper was summoned by the head of security to kick poor Eric out of the hospital. Such indignity, but there weren't too many drunk scroaty people wanting to fight with the staff. Maybe its all those guns...?

This was quite a shock for a yellow fellow who had existed on a ration of "Biscuits AB" and Camel's eyes for so long.  Shocked, weakened and bruised, both in buttock and pride, and seeing as there was nothing good on the telly, Eric went to the ER (ok Casualty / A&E) for a check up. 

Eric is  triaged by The curvacious Icelandic amazonian love goddess Kolla who  had quite an affect on him.. Well, wouldnt she?  :-).   Eric's head began to swim, things were as blurry as his Mersey trip.  "lie down little one," Kolla soothingly said as the lights went out and the world began to spin again   

Medical confidentiality shrouds what happened next and  for some strange reason, upon awakening Eric was feeling a little jumpy.  There was a sneaky feeling in his mind that like Hotel California, the Shaikh Khalifa Medical Center  was somewhere you could never leave.

Drastic action was required and in  photo Eric giving discussing with his arab "special agents" how to bust out of the place, solve the world's terrorism crisis and get a flight to Australia where the beer has been chilled at WESTPAC for so long it has frozen, and the Lovely Lorelle has bought  yet another pair of shoes!  <<<<<

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