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Astra driver
26th Nov 2004, 16:42
What was your best (or worst) layover

As I'm stuck here on a layover during the thanksgiving holiday it made me think if I'd had any worse or better. The two best that tie for first place are;

We got stuck in Eagle, CO due to a mechanical on a holiday weekend, so my Co-pilot and I had 3 days to kill. The only accomodations available were a luxury condo near the slopes in Vail; we spent the days ski-ing and managed to go out and get s**t faced every night. Best of all, between per diems and expense accounts, it didn't cost us a penny!

On trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico I got to fly my wife and daughter down for a few days to join me as it was our wedding anniversary, we all had a great time and once more expenses and per diem covered most of the expenses.

No one particular worst one stands out, but I'm sure any winter layover in Green Bay, WI has to make the list....I just realized, I'm going to be there this Sunday/Monday, Aaaargh!

I'm sure you've all had better or worse, care to post?

26th Nov 2004, 17:32
Mule Shoe Texas, find it on a map and you'll know what I mean. I had to spend three days there once. One more and I would have killed myself.

Best is anytime in London.:ok:

Astra driver
26th Nov 2004, 20:11

I just remembered a 3 nighter that I had in Marfa, TX. The nearest place we could stay was some 25 miles north in a town where all the lights went out after 8pm, the roads literally had squashed armadillos everywhere with the vultures sitting on the fences waiting to swoop in as soon as the cars had passed. We had to drive 30 odd miles to find a decent restaurant and to add insult to injury, I got a speeding ticket on the way back!


26th Nov 2004, 21:09
Layover? Is that a horticultural term? Mine was the laying over of the Yew hedge, it was a right [email protected] to lay down. Got it in the end, though, much mulching and use of canes and stakes to get there.

Or is it a "sleepover" term? Now there was this gal....Got 'er in the end, though, much mulching and use of canes and stakes to get there.


Elliot Moose
26th Nov 2004, 21:23
Got weathered into Thompson Manitoba for 6 days in November one year. :uhoh: Every morning we would reload all the perishable food (yes that's what our cargo was--the road pretty much ends there, and EVERYTHING gets flown past there for most of the year) into our 748 and then sit around in our barely heated base which was a WWII vintage modular building from an abandoned radar line site. Toilet facilities were in the main terminal building 10min drive around the field--or the trees.

After about five hours we would give up, put everything back inside that would freeze and go back to the Burntwood Inn for another night. This generally involved heading to the bar in the hotel, which was about the best around, still wearing our freight hauling clothes (really seexxxxy:ok: ) and drinking beer with the base manager. Said manager was well known about the place and drank his beer directly from the pitcher! He went through pitchers faster than the rest of the crew (who politely shared a pitcher and used drinking glasses)

Everybody in town seemed to frequent this place (men and women) and nobody seemed put off by the strip show. The show was every hour, on the hour, and consisted of a stripper from Winnipeg taking about 3 songs to get her kit off, and then nothing until the next hour--when the same lass would repeat, only with a different outfit. The highlight of the whole trip was on a Monday when a flight came in from Winnipeg and brought in a different girl! Yes, there was only ONE. The best part was that at least she quit at 8 or 9 pm when the featured entertainment was a band of some sort. They of course escaped with the stripper and were replaced on Monday as well.

Now if that isn't excitement, I don't know what is!

Astra driver
26th Nov 2004, 23:08
That's a good one, Moose!

27th Nov 2004, 00:08
In 1968 I was flying a 185 on floats, doing scintillometer survey at a place called La Tabatiere, Quebec. I knew the joint was a little less than 5-star when we arrived at our accommodations and the hand-lettered sign outside read "Bording House." There was no running water, either hot or cold, and like Moose it was the trees or a two holer. Drinking water came from a communal well, in buckets. One morning, I went to get a drink of water, and there were little fish swimming around in the water bucket. We finished that contract in record time, I can tell you. :ooh:

Great flying though. I had a navigator, plus a meter operator for the machine in back. This was in the fall of 1968, and the meter operator was a Czech that had just missed getting liberated by the Warsaw Pact a few weeks earlier. He probably wished he'd stayed. We flew about 1800-2000 miles of line at 4 lines per mile, with the longest being about 35 miles. Maximum altitude 400 feet, minimum 200 feet AGL. On some lines over the hills, we could only make it halfway up before the 185 ran out of poop and we'd have to do a split-ass turn, go down the valley and attack it from the other side.

In contrast, a few years before that we'd lost an engine on the PBY coming back from a contract in Moosonee, Ontario. We went into Roberval, where the co-pilot was from, and whose father owned a large department store there. We drove around for a week in his brand new Park Lane, beating the women off with sticks. :E

CarltonBrowne the FO
27th Nov 2004, 12:20
Toulouse, August 1999. The captain went off to meet some mates, leaving me to go out on the town with the 3 cabin crew- all mid 20s, all gorgeous. They decided to act up, and spent all evening buying me drinks, hanging on my every word: every other man in the bars we went to was looking at me and thinking "you lucky barsteward, what did you do to get all 3 of them?":cool:

Onan the Clumsy
27th Nov 2004, 14:34
Dub Trub That was the funniest post in a long time :ok: