You wake up...well, sort of. You get to the airport. You fight with some idiot from DCA
. You do your paperwork, file a stack of flightplans.
Then for the fun bit: Get in plane fly,land,fly,land,fly,land,fly,land,fly,land,fly,land,fly,la nd,fly, land back in Maun. Get to Buck and Hunter just in time to see the sun go down whilst peacefully tugging on the first of many Zamaleks. That was my three years there in a nut-shell...MAN! I miss that place.
Cheerrs
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