These days both Boeing and Airbus are increasingly developing aircraft for those who cannot actually fly but are just about capable of tackling a simple, joystick operated computer system.
By contrast, bush flying is in fact just about the most fun aviation that remains to us today. The only qualification one might like to add to that it that bush flying is even more fun when undertaken in in a properly sophisticated and air conditioned aeroplane such as a Beech 200.
(Also the B200 has a suction pee tube, even if not necessarily lavatorially equipped, which can be handy).
Obviously enough, one is not of a charitable bent and has no desire whatsoever to fly blue socked liberal know nothings around the filthy and dusty squatter camps of Ethiopia or Somaliland or even German West Africa. However, the rewards to be gained from flying the tourists around the bush far exceed the occasional massive pour boire and the more usual assignation; under the gibbous moon, waxing or waning, depending on its plane of rising or falling,
with the wife or daughter or sometimes conjunctively, of he who charters the aeroplane.
As for the salubriousness of the places one may sit or not, never has one heard Mala Mala, Pemba, Kilimanjaro, Malindi, or even Victoria Falls, all places frequented by bush pilots, referred to as long drops.
Just an idle thought really on an equally idle afternoon.
