Yes, the good old days. Such fun - and it was! Banging an Islander up and down the wild coast, lobsters and ladies every night, until some poor unfortunate crashed two within three weeks, Islanders that is!
Captain Lawless, Chief Pilot, he could call black white and get away with it. Captain Kangaroo (Highway Hennie?) - revenge of the stinkbombs one cold wintry morning over the great mountains of Lesotho. Then there was little DeeJay who had to stand up in the cockpit to fly when the going got rough and the tough got going, which is what Captain Fellatio always used to do on nightstops. Other characters included 'Broken Glass' as in 'crawl over to get to her' and the lugubrious Bulldog Clapper, ground operations contoller extraordinaire.
Someday we really ought to have a South African defunct airways reunion. We could call ourselves the 'Archaeopteryx Aviation Association' and meet once a year at the TAC (if that still stands).
Any takers on that one, a reminiscence of recent regional flight experience before political correctness and women intruded into the workplace of real time professional aviators.?
