A miracle outcome.
Yesterday afternoons weather at the western end of the runway at 3.30pm was terrible. It wasn't grey, it was black, and pissing pickhandles all over the approach area. It certainly landed straight onto the water above the reef. Lucky it was a highish tide. Went out this morning to the airport reefs and there she was. In the drink with a cleanly broken back. How they ended up in this predicament is beyond me, though to not have it break up on impact is a pure miracle. Lots people don't know. What I know, the pilots were flying, they ended up in trouble, and with there butts welded shut, pulled of the perfect landing given the circumstances. Time for another book. Has anyone called Oprah?