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Quote[/b] (overseas shrimper @ Oct. 08 2004,16:19)]You sound quite 'in the know' about these matters. How come?
Mark... I have a passion about flying [but i'm not a plainspotter!
] that goes beyond actually being on an aircraft! I wanted to be a pilot in my youth, but never got the grades necessary to persue my dreams, so I make up for it by understanding pretty much everything I can comprehend about aircraft and flight. I am pretty clued up on meteorology too, possibly from looking to the sky so much...
Adding to my earlier posts on the topic, I would have to say my worst "in-flight" experience [which ended in total elation], has to be my out-bound flight to the Gambia in 1992. It was from Gatwick Airport on a Boeing 707, which may have been older than I was at the time...
The pilot lined us up on the East facing runway, the engines were giving it large and we were off and running... It took an age for us to get airborne [so much so, I began to think we were going by road!
]. From Gatwick, we flew South-West towards Southampton then across the channel where we hit turbulance, then to the Bay of Biscay and down over Portugal. It was just the regular turbulance you get over the Channel and nothing much to worry about EXCEPT...
From that point, there was an uncomfortable two hours of flight, with the plane lurching up and down and from side to side! (
later, I learnt that the side to side motion, was due to faulty stabiliser trim - the movement of fuel in the wingtanks to balance the aircraft! - NOTE: If you fill a bowl up with water and carry it, you will feel a very similar motion!). Now, I am a seasoned traveller by air and by boat [and this felt like the latter!], but the sensation made me uneasy and I confronted a senior member of the aircrew about it, only to be told it was crosswinds! and my exact words in reply were "that's a load of b@ll@cks!, where can we set down? I WOULD LIKE TO GET OFF PLEASE!!!", cue: the gent next to me... who puked into a sick-bag.
One of the main reasons for our problem, was French air-traffic controllers [firkin iceholes] would not clear us to altitudes above 20000, until we were out of their airspace and as a consequence, we were constantly in turbulant airstreams rather than a cruise altitude of 35000 where the air is thinner and less disrupted. They had some work to rule going on and just love p!$$!ng us English off!
Once over the Meditteranean, things settled down considerable, however you could tell that the aircrew were pretty unhappy with the journey so far, but they did an awesome job of looking after us from that point on... We flew across the Sahara and made our descent into the Gambian Basin and followed the River Gambia up to its source [the Atlantic].
Now by stark contrast to the journey behind us, the final part of the flight was totally breath-taking. The pilot went through a complete resume of the features we were flying over, which lasted a full 15 minutes at about 1000-1500 feet... It was really awe inspiring to see the mangroves, small basic dwellings, market places dotted around, wild animals legging-it as the aircraft disrupted their peace and tranquility and it was a fantastic experience... and polished off by a nice firm landing at YumDum Airport, which was some 15 miles from Banjul.
Incidentally, when I mention a nice firm landing, I do so with a smile, as IMHO... there is no better way to acknowledge you are back on terrafirma, than to feel the bump as the wheels hit the tarmac.
Final thoughts on this one... If I could take-off or land all day, I would be as happy as a pig in sh*t... just forget the bit in the middle!