There are 3 types of people in town: mercenaries, missionaries and misfits.
When the cops stop you at a roadblock at 1 am you all pile out and share the last beers with them and then weave your way home.
An intimate knowledge of local driving rules is required, also have to know which man hole covers are missing where - otherwise square wheels.
Part of the pax briefing is "don`t fart". Dried fish diets can be well.....
Your buddy clears the crowd/market off the runway and comes back only to land on a pig which he then has to pay for.
The chap "demanding landing fee`s" is cradling an ancient ak47 with a far away look in his eyes.
Every single FIR you cross needs enough info to fill in 3 flightplans...
MEL = if it starts you go.
Military traffic at same field is on UHF leading to just a little confusion, when you ask about the crater at the threshold.."My friend in mig 21 make 1 loop 2 loop no 3rd loop...
Every russian callsign going to the same dest as you always gives his eta as 1 min ahead of yours - supersonic illusions.
You barter for fruit at one field, coffee at another and get cheap beer from yet another.
All the food you eat is flown in.
Engineer bursts out laughing when you query about why he has no masking tape and proclaims he will go and get it at the nearest hardware store which is, well 2 FIR`s distant.
Tower clears you to land and gives you weather from the METAR when the wind is 15 Kts from behind
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You know where to land on which runway ie left and then right to miss potholes and or ruts.
You do what you think was a really cool landing on a shortish runway with a B200 and some wiseass pisses a 727 in..
You have an inkling of the east west "other market" traffic at night over the dark continent.
"Wakup" from ATC = We Copy.