So having gassed up the err Mod Mobile (catchy name huh?)
Coming in low-level (tyre marks on peoples chimneys! Guess who is flying?
) at dusk with no lights, and the sun behind us!
Hard and fast landing (I must get Michelin to sponsor me
)
Stopping outside the building and the team heads in...
The last thing the immigration officers saw...
Guess who is flying the escape
Just a couple of gratuitous shots I liked of the Mossie
Safely down in Kecskemet, and the bar in the officers mess has just opened
My thanks to my fellow moderators for risking virtual life and limb (letting me fly!) to rescue a fellow Simviator from a fate worse than my cooking
Ozzy
