This is some random island off the coast of Pakistan. This was also about the point in the day that Stu, my co-pilot for that trip, realized that the rumbling in his nether regions he’d felt just before takeoff was turning into a full blown case of food poisoning. We couldn’t go back to Pakistan, and although Iran was just off our right wing I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop there for a potty break. So Stu didn’t have any choice but to do his best and try to keep his precious bodily fluids to himself. For four hours Stu kept the faith and arrived in the United Arab Emirates with his dignity intact. For that I awarded him the golden butt clench award, with oak leaf clusters.