
Uh oh.. Swiss better clean up that mess.

I then taxied to.. was it runway 34?, went through the checklist, held the brakes, and the General Electric Crappy Fan Material (Just kidding GE, I thought of it from the Hudson crash) 56-5C4s, or to use their correct name, hairdryers roared to full thrust, and then I released the brakes. Suddenly I realized - I was too heavy. I applied full reverse and full braking and full speed brakes, and then taxied back to the threshold of the runway instead. This time, I was able to takeoff in time. But just barely. The A340 climbed like a dying bird after a LOOOONG takeoff roll, using all of RWY 34.

I then manually flew it up to 8,000 feet (still crappy climb rate), engaged the autopilot and made it fly up to 34,000 feet. Full thrust, and it was struggling. But at least there was a beautiful sunrise.
I love this one.

I like this one too. This was at my final cruising altitude of 37,000 feet.

The canary islands.

I had a thick overcast cloud layer below during the entire over-atlantic part of the flight.

More in part 2.