When Things Don’t Go To Plan

Most people see pilots as two beings in the flight deck as they walk onto an airline heading to a destination. On smaller aircraft you might even sit right seat next to your pilot, but there is a level of trust in knowing your pilot knows what he is doing. What happens then when your pilot has a momentary lapse in thought before a flight how do you feel?

I always try and present myself in the most professional way I can, with everything I need neatly organized in a file, so when it comes to meeting passengers every form and document needed is presented as requested without an issue. The way it should be. Being new to the company I have a lot to learn but I try and pride myself on being organized.

Last week, the wheels came off the wagon so to speak. I arrived in Ndola late, about 25minutes behind schedule, I shrugged it off as just a delay. Luckily the other pilot was also delayed so I went across to the payment office and payed my landing fees. I returned to the aircraft placing all my documents inside, then as fate would predict the delayed pilot landed so I walked across the apron to meet him. We had a brief chat and proceeded with immigration duties with out passengers. Thinking all the legalities are out of the way, I usher the passengers to the Cessna 207.

Upon reaching the aircraft I realize I don’t have the keys in my pocket, having left the pilot door unlocked I start looking through the aircraft in all the usual places I put the keys. They aren’t on the fuel selector, they aren’t in my file, and they aren’t hanging on the DI. Having to apologize to the passengers I take a walk back to the terminal building and start asking staff who I have interacted with if I left my keys there. To no avail I leave the terminal building and give the pilot in the other plane a call asking if the keys weren’t possibly in between the documents I handed to him. He assures me he doesn’t have the keys.

I return to the aircraft in a spiral dive not knowing where the keys are imagining the phone call to the chief pilot telling him I’m stranded in Ndola not because of technical issues but because me as the pilot in command thew away the keys. I do another inspection of the plane and no luck. Now I’m getting desperate, I can’t keep looking through the same folders and same seat pockets, so I revert to my headset bag. lo and behold the keys are in my headset bag but in a compartment I never use so didn’t think to look in it. Now 20minutes have passed and we barely started loading the aircraft.

As the bags start being loaded airport security approach me requesting I return to the payment office, as apparently I did not pay for transit of the passengers in question. I run back to the payment office to plea my innocence to no affair and $50 later I return to the aircraft at this stage quite flustered and with passengers quite confused at this time.

We all board the aircraft, I talk them all through the briefing of having seatbelts tightend I’m in the process of starting the engine when I realize I never removed the chocks. I move my seat back and open my door, get out, remove the chocks, get back in and quite disheartened at this stage attempt to start the engine.

If any reader has tried to start a hot piston engine you know it goes one of two ways, either she slowly stutters to life or yours in for a fight. That day she wanted a fight. I boosted the fuel flow to 14Gallons per hour stable, retarded the throttle and attempted to start the engine. She semi ignited but then died and continued this until the second attempt. At this stage I went with a flooded start, with all the controls forward, I over-primed the engine and retarded the mixture. On start you slowly advance th mixture until the engine fires, at fire, you retard the throttle to over speed the engine and then adjust the mixture.

With me having lost keys, being called back to pay the correct landing fees, struggling to start the engine, I can only imagine the mental state of my passasngers before take-off. Luckily the flight went without glitches and we had a smooth landing.

Let me know if you had a similar experience and your thoughts.

Blue skies ahead and keep the wheels below.

Once the Excitement Wears Off and You Miss Home

As we near the middle of February I realize that its almost a month since I started my new job and flew over 800 nautical miles away from home. Home where I left my newlywed wife, our recently acquired pug puppy and all my luxuries and comfortable life in the city. The initial week was amazing, everything was so new, and at that stage I had traveled to two new countries in Africa, and the whole experience was fresh and exciting. The same thing occurred the first week in Zambia, everything was new, exciting, I had to find out how everything operates, exploring my new surroundings and what was expected of me daily.

However the daily challenges have become a standard routine, the flying has slowed down to a set route flown twice weekly and what is left now is my 500 step walk from my usual accommodation to the desk where I sit and study to keep my mind active until the next flight rolls around. Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining about my job, the flying is still exciting and it is my passion, but you have to wait every week for the time to fly, and in between conversation is limited to the one house mate who you see for breakfast, lunch and maybe 2 hours after dinner.

So it was a very sudden hard realization for myself to realize how much I miss my wife and home, how I feel a lack of connection to myself. Exercising was easy at home, my wife and I would get in the car and head to Crossfit together and it was something fun we enjoyed together, here I don’t have that. Three times a week when I wake up I take a 30 minute or longer run depending on what my schedule allows, the three days in between I visit the gym on site, which is no bigger than a five by five meter box with some weights.

So after my ramblings and taking stock of what I have and need, I have started meditating to try and find myself and gather my thoughts. I’m hoping that taking between 15 to 30 minutes a day to go through a quiet meditation to try take stock of my spiritual and emotional well being I can get to a point where I am happy and can clearly see where having chosen the path I am on will lead to my successfully achieving my goals.

Thank you for reading my ramblings, and I’ll leave you with my mantra for today;

May I be happy,
May I be safe,
May I be Healthy,
May I be at Peace.