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What I thought was going to be a long boring flight turned out to be the flight from hell.
To cut a long story short I shall summarise:
The weather was foul, wind on the nose.
George was a woman.
I need an eye test.
She had a gun.
She was MI5
She had taken on board a package at Brindisi given to her by a chap named Don Cornistori. It must be delivered to a U.S. address without fail.
THE PICTORIAL WEEKLIES COMPANY.
28 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET.
NEW YORK CITY.
Others would try and stop us and they're probably waiting at the Maldives. Can't land there.
We struggled (wing and a prayer and all that) on fumes to Trivandrum International for a top up. I didn't think we'd make it so George flew as I ejected everything that wasn't essential. George wouldn't let me touch her suitcase, feather duster or net curtains though (she actually pointed her gun at me "move away from the Nets") Landed with 2% juice left.
Took off, had an engine failure about 150 miles out from Colombo. Probably crap dredged up from the bottom of the old tanks had gotten in the fuel line.
Georgina said to land at Ratmalan, she had to meet someone there. That suited me, Ratmalan is a Sri Lankan airforce museum and they had a few old DC-3s there.....spares......all we had to do was get there.
comming in

The meeting.
