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a year ago Captain Tom, a Swedish friend, who is flying cargo in the
United States and the Peninsula in the Caribbean; How about it Meta,
I will fly to Freeport, Bahamas, to pick up cargo tomorrow morning; do you
like to come along? Since we had talked about that I, when suitable,
should join Tom on such a flight to see how a pilot like him, who does not
fly a regular plane, were doing on a working day, I gladly accepted the
invitation. At 7 A.M. the next day,
we left for one of the airfields close to Miami. And look! There was the
flying wonder standing. It was This particular DC-3 was
build in 1943 or 1945.That’s the plane we are going up in, but it is not
the machine I usually fly, Tom told me when he saw my curious smile. My
regular one was damaged in the tornado a few months ago. That’s the plane
standing over there. He pointed to a plane that looked much more stabile
than the pink one. The one we are using today is fine. Don’t worry. Do you
like to see how it looks like inside? There was a small stepladder below
the door to the plane's belly and I stepped up and with some trouble,
because I’m short, I had to stretch and climb into the plane on my tummy.
In the doorway were no Stewardesses nor Stewards standing smiling and
greeting, like I’m used to in regular traveling. My eyes grew large when I
looked around. Not one singe chair, not even a window! This is the tummy
of a whale, I thought and felt like Jonah. It is strange how small it
looks when it is unfurnished. I studied all the details. It was not many.
The plane’s inside was covered with aluminum-plate witch was fastened with
bolts and the floor was made from a thicker aluminum-plate and with bumps
to give strength and a grip. In a corner there was a bundle make the cargo
to stay put and also very secure.
Far away, up forward, I could
see light from an opening. There was the cockpit! I went toward the opening to
see what a cockpit looked like in a plane like this. The floor was leaning
strongly upwards and I gave my sneakers a thankful thought since they helped to
walk steadily upwards.
Inside Pink Flamingo Up there in the "flying-cabin"
were two seats, two wheels, yes, two of everything. I guess that's why there are
two propellers. Well, I knew that Tom is, most of the time, accompanied by a
second pilot, but I got a bit confused over where I was supposed to sit? There
was a small seat to the right, but there was no window and Tom had said that I
was going to be able to peek out to see the view.
– Back out! No way Tom! A thought ran thru my mind, I will not give you that pleasure. Now I am here and I am going to fly in this cadaver if it is the last thing I do in this life. When Tom was finished
with all the paperwork he had to do, and picked up everything he needed to
bring along, he gave the old propeller-plane a thorough examination.
Francisco, his mate, had arrived and it was time for the three of us to take seat. I
have to admit that I was a bit tense and curious about how this day would
turn out, but so far, so good! This was fun! The situation had even
begun to give this day a comic flavor. There I sat, in the middle of a doorway
into a cockpit to an old propeller plane on my way to Bahamas to pick up cargo.
And I did not know I was going to do this less than 24 hours ago. The
conversation between the tower and the pilots went on as we taxed out.
Everything had to be in perfect order and I felt calm as a fish in an aquarium
filled with sharks. Just kidding! I felt all right, and started to enjoy my self
tremendously.
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