Settling into our seats, starting engines, note typical foggy London
The race is on!
Somewhere over France, nearing Germany. Had to keep the course around 120 degrees to keep from drifting. Prior to this, I was fighting to keep mother nature from blowing me into the drink as I was crossing the English Channel. I hate shear winds.
Greece, night fall, light fog, desparately looking for an airfield to stretch our legs.
Seconds before touchdown at Larisa, Greece.
