Well, we can only try to accomodate such an entertaining inquiry really.
Bush flying in South Africa is extraordinarily difficult these days to enter into involuntarily.
Most airfields that have training schools situated on the facility have long and wide tarmac runways, precisely to discourage that sort of frowned upon exercise.
Finishing off a US Commercial Licence in SA is quite possible, depending on the school one chooses. It should be noted however that this can be a logistically tedious process, in keeping with the original information request.
FAA regulations do not sit too well with the SA CAA which tends to think it is more JAR orientated. It might be better to terminate the flight training process in some North American state such as North Dakota or Wyoming. Surprisingly enough, there is more open space there. The South African bush is becoming very cluttered up with squatter camps and shows every sign of becoming even more congested with detritus from north of the Limpopo.
Flight training for the civilian in Egypt is next to impossible. The entire structure of aviation there is geared toward the Egyptian Air Force. Fuel prices are not particularly cheaper in Egypt than anywhere else but most certainly are so in both Saudi Arabia and Libya. The latter country in particular apparently welcomes foreign students and provides a wealth of archaeological sites and places of interest to occupy one's leisure time.
As to work permits, there will always be a problem because the African continent as a whole tends to be somewhat protectionist and does not much like depriving the locals, of whatever colour or religious persuasion, of jobs to the advantage of foreigners.
Since you are completely familiar with the complexities of African bush flying we will ignore bilharzia and any advice relating to type ratings and turbine experience. One will further not touch upon the rumoured requirement for an international diploma in diplomacy and manners as a pre-requisite for ferrying extremely rich American toourists around the skies of one's beloved continent.
One does so much hope that this has not been a total waste of breath and that the enjoyment in the digesting of it all will prove to be as sardonically amusing as has been the pleasure of drafting it.
Toodle Pip.
