Tag Archive


adf Africa Andrakaka C208 Carenado Cessna Grand Carava C208 Chitipa Christmas Caper 2011 CIX VFR Club Comoros Comoros Islands Dc-3 dodoma Flightsim.com FSX indian Ocean JF Just Flight Kalemie kilimatinde location Madagascar mainland Malawi Mayotte mbala Moheli Mosambique Mt. Karthala mtwara natation navigation Pamandzi Prince Said Ibrahim registration rmi Scenery sperry Tabora Tanzania The Bahamas theme Time zone Tundaru Turbulance vor

Update

OK,

Sorted.  The next guy up the chain turns up in ancient Morris Minor.

Not sure on the flags though.   Turns out my new nemesis was a man of action.  He stood there in a Panama hat and a wrinckled suit and told me to jump in, we would ‘sort’ the problem.  I wasn’t sure that was a good think or not :).    We arrive at the field and Eric is looking smug while asleep leaning on a main wheel.

It turns out that the issue with the lack of a registration number has mysteriourly resolved it’s self.

The next problem is that while the registration is resolved,  “There is much paperwork that needs fixing Sir”.  I immediatly reach for the wallet, but it turns our our Mr Bossman is a DC-3 fan.  His father used to fly DC-3’s for a local airline.    An hour in the air and all is sorted.   We leave on the next leg at 1st light.  I also made the promise to land at a strip next lake Malawi.  This is where his father lives.

After all that I’m happy.  But I know as I get further along the route I’ll need to make the registration look less Heath Robinson.   A quick phone call to the Uk and things are being sorted.

Problems with local law enforcment

An Offical in Tundara, with lots of shouting, that our nice shiny Dc-3 (read: bare aliminum) should have the correct markings upon it.   While technically he’s correct before I could assure him that we would fix the problem and that he should accept our payment of a ‘spot fine’  he got louder and louder until a local policeman that was asleep in his car woke up.

Things went from bad to worse and I ended up in the local police station explaining why my aircraft was unmarked to a large chap with a problem with the heat.  I’m now stuck here waiting for the next guy up the food chain to turn up.

Kinda annoying really.  I could see eric the engineer,I wonder what his real name is, was wondering around the DC-3 with a can of black emulsion and a thoughtful look.   I guessed that the problem was about to go away when the policeman woke up,  and I wasn’t quick enough with the smokes and ‘spot fine’ payments.

Meh.   Once I get this sorted we off.   It’s a nice place and the people are nice,  but officaldom is officialdom the world over.