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In expanding my rotary wing training (and endorsements) I needed a check ride in the Sikorsky (thanks Tako!) and thought this RR the perfect opportunity, so ... with all aboard the train ... we climb up to 2,500 feet and set course to LEJR. With the crew strapped in and the big door open to let in the air and sights we soon pass over Jerez, at which point I discover that the PIC (that would be me I guess) forgot the coffee and donuts on the apron in Seville!
Hoping the RAF folks could help us out and taking advantage of the Westland variant a stop at Gibraltar seemed in order. Welcomed with open arms and after a good chat, the needed supplies were on board and we were on way to Morocco. Past Tangier the Sea King is soon in her element and we drop down to 500 feet in attempt to spot any activity in the waters below (one never knows where Nessie might show up).
An hour or so later we hit landfall and passing over Tit Mellil the landscape turned from blue to green (I wasn’t expecting that) and then brown (which I was expecting) all the way to Marrakech. After landing and shutting down I removed my David Clark’s, turned around and saw the crew unloading a crate of chickens (what?) from the hold ... Graham Nash would have been proud ...







In expanding my rotary wing training (and endorsements) I needed a check ride in the Sikorsky (thanks Tako!) and thought this RR the perfect opportunity, so ... with all aboard the train ... we climb up to 2,500 feet and set course to LEJR. With the crew strapped in and the big door open to let in the air and sights we soon pass over Jerez, at which point I discover that the PIC (that would be me I guess) forgot the coffee and donuts on the apron in Seville!
Hoping the RAF folks could help us out and taking advantage of the Westland variant a stop at Gibraltar seemed in order. Welcomed with open arms and after a good chat, the needed supplies were on board and we were on way to Morocco. Past Tangier the Sea King is soon in her element and we drop down to 500 feet in attempt to spot any activity in the waters below (one never knows where Nessie might show up).
An hour or so later we hit landfall and passing over Tit Mellil the landscape turned from blue to green (I wasn’t expecting that) and then brown (which I was expecting) all the way to Marrakech. After landing and shutting down I removed my David Clark’s, turned around and saw the crew unloading a crate of chickens (what?) from the hold ... Graham Nash would have been proud ...







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