RAF Argosy from Khormaksar to Mombasa. Service families going to rest centre on the coast (Silver Sands) Happy days. I was only five at the time, but I clearly recall looking down at pyramids in Sudan. My earliest memory of flying. The one before that was a British Eagle Britannia out to Aden, but that might be stretching the term 'holiday' a bit, as much as I enjoyed the sunshine and the beach.