Pole to Pole! pt. 4

Part 3 is here.
Day 21
Let me tell you; if there is one thing you don't want to do in the Dominican; it's this: leave.
This is heaven on Earth - a true paradise. Relaxing on the beach; sipping margueritas; listening to the wind in the coconut trees - then warm evenings filled with drink, dancing and partying.
Compare it to - say - perching on an uncomfortable cracked leather seat, in an unconditioned oven of a cockpit, squinting around the blinding sun while fighting chop amid the deafening roar and vibration... Hell; a few more bucks; I'd throw the whole challenge right here.
BUT - I've got a mission to fulfill. I've got to stop here on my way back; maybe I'll stay once I return. Who knows? An independant charter service with a Dakota might be lucrative around here - AQV's certainly bright enough for the locale.
I put off leaving until the very last minute. Tanning until noon; then packing and taking my things out to the airport and loading up the DC-3. I checked the bird over; did engine and fluid tests and signed her off by 3pm; just in time to head back to the beach resorts for an early meal; a long, refreshing cigar and cool drinks in the shade of a coconut grove. I built up considerable inertia there - I did not want to move.
Finally; I simply had to go; so a last round of goodbyes; the cab ride back to the airport; then walkaround and startup by 10:15 pm. Weather was good; and my destination - San Juan, Puerto Rico - has a VOR; so I felt comfortable flying at night over unfamiliar territory.
I went wheels up at 10:25 into the cool, clear air; heading straight for a brilliant moon.
...and smack into a faceful of chop heavy enough to overload the autopilot.
Sheesh - I never shoulda left that hammock. ::)
An hour and a half and a bloody sore wrist later; I came within sight of San Juan. The city's a lot bigger than you'd expect - its lights are visible from over a hundred miles out. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of landing at San Juan International; I landed at the smaller and much prettier municipal field; 'Fernando Luis Ribas Dominicci' - the name's bigger than the airport!
Landing at San Juan

Bedtime - San Juan's supposed to be pretty nice; I should get some shopping in before leaving tomorrow - but if I want to hit the mainland by Friday (my goal); I'd better get a move on.
Cheers!
Day 21
Let me tell you; if there is one thing you don't want to do in the Dominican; it's this: leave.
This is heaven on Earth - a true paradise. Relaxing on the beach; sipping margueritas; listening to the wind in the coconut trees - then warm evenings filled with drink, dancing and partying.
Compare it to - say - perching on an uncomfortable cracked leather seat, in an unconditioned oven of a cockpit, squinting around the blinding sun while fighting chop amid the deafening roar and vibration... Hell; a few more bucks; I'd throw the whole challenge right here.
BUT - I've got a mission to fulfill. I've got to stop here on my way back; maybe I'll stay once I return. Who knows? An independant charter service with a Dakota might be lucrative around here - AQV's certainly bright enough for the locale.
I put off leaving until the very last minute. Tanning until noon; then packing and taking my things out to the airport and loading up the DC-3. I checked the bird over; did engine and fluid tests and signed her off by 3pm; just in time to head back to the beach resorts for an early meal; a long, refreshing cigar and cool drinks in the shade of a coconut grove. I built up considerable inertia there - I did not want to move.
Finally; I simply had to go; so a last round of goodbyes; the cab ride back to the airport; then walkaround and startup by 10:15 pm. Weather was good; and my destination - San Juan, Puerto Rico - has a VOR; so I felt comfortable flying at night over unfamiliar territory.
I went wheels up at 10:25 into the cool, clear air; heading straight for a brilliant moon.
...and smack into a faceful of chop heavy enough to overload the autopilot.
Sheesh - I never shoulda left that hammock. ::)
An hour and a half and a bloody sore wrist later; I came within sight of San Juan. The city's a lot bigger than you'd expect - its lights are visible from over a hundred miles out. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of landing at San Juan International; I landed at the smaller and much prettier municipal field; 'Fernando Luis Ribas Dominicci' - the name's bigger than the airport!
Landing at San Juan

Bedtime - San Juan's supposed to be pretty nice; I should get some shopping in before leaving tomorrow - but if I want to hit the mainland by Friday (my goal); I'd better get a move on.
Cheers!