Ambushed at Bushehr!
Well, that was a bit of drama - more in keeping with the spirit of adventure that no doubt fueled this event in 1934.
I was approaching Bushehr - a 2.5 hour flight from Baghdad - flying just over 2000 feet with the airfield in sight, when suddenly my trusty Lockheed was shrouded in mist. No doubt a 15-minute weather update had re-set the conditions over Bushehr dramatically and sea-fog (or something similar) had suddenly enveloped this part of the Persian Gulf.
No runway, not even any land in sight, although I could make out the waves directly below. The accompanying turbulence meant I was tossed about with almost no visual reference points. With half an eye on the water surface, I focused on my instruments to fly level and straight toward the Bushehr NDB signal.
Bushehr airport is perfectly aligned for a straight-in approach from Baghdad, so I knew I just had to 'follow the beam'. I figured if I could see the water below, I would be able to see the land and runway once I got a little closer - so I slowed further and lowered my gear and flaps, concentrating on my heading and letting the Orion descend even tho I couldn't see any land.
This was a little disconcerting, but after a few moments a blur of land appeared through the mist and I soon located the airport. I was a little higher and closer than I needed to be so I closed the throttle and dropped the remaining flaps to get down and dirty. I wasn't keen to try a go-around in these conditions.
The final bit got easy as my view improved and i coasted in to land - but it was certainly the most challenging leg of my journey so far.
One pic from an earlier, more relaxed, part of this leg - flying over the Tigris near Numaniyah.