Sitting here in the middle of Africa the sound of monkeys everywhere and I wonder why sometimes.
What happened to the days were you had to earn your ride. The boy's from the SAAF did it and moved with great respect into the upper ranks of the flag carriers. I had based my morals of flying on exactly that principle, I work hard, prove I can and maybe will be hired by the top of the lot. But sadly today the old log book does not count for much. I am young and dumb but I have worked contract in alot of countries and had to endure hardship some of the so called cadets would consider as a capital crime. I love the flying and thats all that counts. So at the end of the day I would rather drive my Vaalie car to the sandy beeches then get on board a aircraft that I know whats going up in the front and fear for my family and myself.
True to word it's better to punch holes here at the bottom than to try and compete with the beast above.
Long live the contract pilot, guy's and girls your the best
