Steve Higgins. Have you heard the story when Steve was in the Falklands, he took a newcomer into Stanley and they had a drink in the hotel with two bars I forget the name. Steve then said we'll go to another bar so he took the Land Rover and drove all over Stanley and went in the other bar of the same hotel. The newcomer being completely lost couldn't work out why the same barman served them.
Just one beer with the two Steves??? You must be joking!!! But isn't it sad that the once great Bristow Helicopters are reduced to sending their aircraft to another company?? At least there are bloody good engineers working on them there! Even the 61's have been to British International.
I only got to page 5 and had to post a few. Somebody asked for images of G-TIGN in china.
Here she is just about to start for Kai Tak after being lifted from the freighter. (Kwai Chung container port) Graham Lee and Rob Parry.
Same crew taking RH to Kai Tak, this one arrived on a Ro-Ro ferry, I had to pump the hydraulics to keep brake pressure as she was pushed out of the ferry down the ramp. Hilarious few days.
Winch training with our greenie ? Robinson on the left and Butch ? on the right, they thought sitting in the doorway would save their knees. Later during a particularly tight turn they were heard screaming over the intercom.
GN in Kai Tak on diversion following a casevac from a drilling rig amongst the islands south of HK. The interpreter is Jenny (Shi Jing) the co-pilot is I think Huang (guy in flying ovies was HKAF). He was really pissed off at going to HK and switched off the AP as I reached hover height over the deck. I landed back on and he demanded we go immediately to China and then possibly HK. I explained that if he didn't sit on his hands for the remainder of the trip I would hurl him over the side. The ex-pat oily had already lost an eye due to a gauge exploding in his face, when we got to Kai Tak there was an ambulance and a surgeon waiting, the guys second eye was saved. On return to Shen Zhen I was advised by throbbing Robin I would be removed by the Immigration police for interview. So off we trotted and I was deemed a nasty person, but if I didn't do it again I could stay. Yeah......whatever.
GN at Guangzhou. 13.09.1984. L-R Rob Parry, Graham Lee, Ian Stewart Chief Engineer.
GN at the dockside on arrival
RH on the dockside at Whampoa looking towards Kowloon.
During a typhoon evac I had to go under one of these, kicked us all over the sky.
End of another fitful day in paradise. Not. Miri some time in 1982.
Can't remember the poor unfortunate who had this disaster. There was an almighty witch hunt, but nowhere did it say 'thou shalt strap thy puma down during a flat calm.' You can see the storm about 10-15 miles away, as per norm it came in rather quickly. Photos by a Shell employee, time period about 20 minutes.
Dec 1981, about to do the night shuttle from the 347 barge to TRD. About 0200, very limited lights on the new platform, virtually nothing on the new deck I did the first couple of rotations to get my eye in, then handed over to the left seat pilot who may be called Tiger to protect the guilty. He flew half the first approach then refused to fly any more. Said it was too dangerous . Well agreed it was, but there's a job to be done. I'm sure the pax could hear me roaring with laughter when he handed control over and said enough is enough. He was quite happy working the radios.
A few more from the first days of Bristow's setup in Shekou, or Shenzhen as it's now all called.
G-TIGN (Buckie) having her blades fitted after being craned onto the dockside. she had literally been covered in bubble wrap, slung on top of the containers and strapped down. Ian Stewart on top, John Cureton from Oz with hands on hips, Chief Eng from Oz with arms in air as Ian Robinson looks on in bewilderment, he was the greenie.
L-R Ian Stewart, John Murray behind the blade, John Cureton and Ian Robinson.
A few hours later she was flown into Kai Tak, handed over to HAECO for cleaning and access to servicing platforms. 12th Sept 1984.
The next day, 13th Sept '84 we flew from Kai Tak to Guangzhou (Canton) then returned to Shenzhen. At Guangzhou we were given a Navigator who would 'help' us return to Shenzhen, which we had flown past on the way up the Pearl River. This poor lad was totally bemused by our RNAV and HSIs, he couldn't or wouldn't use the VHF so he had problems as the HF didn't work properly. En-route to Guangzhou I called them at about 30 miles on their VHF frequency. You could hear a button keyed, then silence. Eventually they managed to find the air traffic controller that spoke English. He came on out of breath and obviously slightly nervous.
Finals to Guangzhou, a poor image, but believe me they kept slotting fixed wings in front of us all the way down the ILS.
The huge apron area at Guangzhou, they made us park miles well away from the terminal.
Finally we got to Shenzhen, to be met by Admiral Zhou the Airport Manager and Robin Hunt.
Once we had disappeared Admiral Zhou led out an entourage of the good and great to have a look at the new machines.
Just to show how things were all those years ago. This was built with bamboo scaffolding, 50 storeys plus a revolving restaurant up top.
Shekou, the Bank Of China building, and the town just about to be built.
G-Berh having her blades fitted at Whampoa dock before her trip of 5 minutes to Kai Tak.
VH-WOA on the Rankin, NW ustralia. One of th estarter motors wouldn't, so we pushed her over to the side of the deck, had some caffeine while marek and Alan Rose brought a greeny and the bit to us. What a nice man.
L-R Alan Rose, Mick Omedei, John Ward, Marek Glinski in the cockpit.
WOA again this time on an island called Legendre, as we carried out a heli pad recce for emergency use. John Ward in cockpit, Marek as passenger.
I was tasked to fly to the Rankin one fine Saturday. Marek briefed me that he would be out in his boat with a two way VHF radio which would be handy for coordinating rescues. He told me he would call when we were due out of Karratha.
So off we went, and shortly heard our callsign, to which Alan Rose responded. Marek then asked, "Where are you?" I grabbed Alan's hand away from the PTT and pressed my own, "I'm in the front!"
Marek took a few minutes to get any sense out of us, I was convulsed, how long do you wait for ATC to ask that?