Landing at Bratislava, Slovak Republic, and being met at the foot of the ladder by a FROGFOOT pilot. I realised we were all the same when the first thing he did was tell me where the beer, food and strippers were. The second task was learning profanities in each others' languages.
Wierd to notice how all the TACANs ran out at the West German border.
Interesting to notice the SA-2 site at the end of the runway at Bratislava. And what is was doing to my RWR.
Sweet getting rub-a-dub-dubbed on 3 quid.
Nice seeing myself on the Slovak 9 o'clock news - "....szszchszchsz sczzchessczc NATO Fighter spzczch sczeczsh....".