Thursday, March 22, 2007
Back Home
We made it home! Thank you so much for your support and prayers. Please feel free to send us an email with any questions if you would like. As for now, it is back to work and school. To follow along on my continued flight training, visit the other blog at www.pilotsprogress.blogspot.com.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Kite
Rain
Orange
Campbells
Speaking
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Into the wild blue yonder
Then the Caribou sailed into the wild blue yonder. Which reminded me of how short our time is here. Tomorrow, we start our final week here in PNG before we too depart. We have a very busy week and I am sure that it will go by to quickly. We will keep you posted on the final days and thank you in advance for your interest and support for our time here.
Caribou
We had the distinct honour of hosting the Australian military at our airstrip last week. They rode in on a Caribou. Which for those of you that don't know, bares any resemblance to any hoved animal. It is a large ugly airplane, that looks a little better in camo. However, it's takeoff and landing performance is superb. It can land most anywhere a Cessna 206 can while hauling at least 5 times the payload. The Aussies come by to practice landing in small jungle stips offten in PNG. We enjoyed a short chat and watching their airplane perform.
Monday, February 12, 2007
The Next Level
The upper level barrels get special treatment and get to skip the second drop and the mud bath. They get to do a high wire act as they are rolled along a couple boards precariously not fastened to the edge of the truck and into the container. This would all be hard work and mundane if they were filled with say, milk. It just seemed so much more exciting with the explosive warnings on each drum. Nevertheless, 80 some drums later, we finished just in time for a coke back in the hangar. Don't tell OSHA. :)
Rollin rollin rollin
Next up...
Then you make the plummet to the ground. With another strategically placed tire and just the right amount of roll off the truck, it makes a nice landing on terra firma without too many dents or punctures. You learn to put a lot of trust in whoever made than drum. When you have recovered from your cringe, you grab onto it and start rolling.
Unloading
After the truck backs into position, you take the top drums down and cushion the blow onto the truck bed with a few strategically placed tires. You sort of cringe the first few times as this fifty gallon drum of explosives crashes onto the bed of a truck holding 80 other explosive drums. That's over 4000 gallons of explosive stuff you standing next to. It was intense.
Fuel Truck
It was another exciting day at work. The fuel truck arrived delivering our highland supply of avgas and jet fuel up from the coast. After it arrives we unload the truck into containers and store it until it can be distributed to various airfields around the country our pumped into the plans here. It was an exciting and labor intensive task to say the least. They just don't prepare you for this kind of OSHA approved technique back home. Here is the play by play.
Spider
Crocodile
Sunday, February 11, 2007
The Andersons are back
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Up High
I was told that the mountain range here rises faster to 13,000 feet from sea level faster than any other place in the world. It was amazing to see how high and rugged the jungle peaks were. At the top I was surprised to see yet another village on a small sierra plateau. Just a few hundred feet from the houses the cliff drops away thousands of feet in a massive landslide that looked relatively recent. It would be amazing to meet these people and learn how they have managed to live in a place like that. It would be the same as living near the top of Mt. Rainier, only at 45 degrees and now snow. We made it back to Ukarumpa and I spent the rest of my day in the hangar, but it sure was nice to get out and fly.
Transfer
The people were happy to see us but we did not have much time to mingle. We quickly unloaded the cargo we had brought and loaded up the translators things into the plane. We had brought some petrol for the village and transferred that from our containers to theirs. In the meantime the people were happy to take refuge from the heat in the shade of the wing. After the translators said their goodbyes, we were on our way.
Long Island
The coast
After we crossed the mountains we descended quickly and made our way out over the ocean toward Long Island. The Island was covered in clouds except the coast were the airstrip ways. In the middle of the island is a large lake. If you look just north west of the island New Britain you might be able to find it on a map. It is the only large round island with a large round lake in the middle of it.
Green
The mountains on the far side of the valley are very rugged and rise quickly above 13,000 feet. We climbed high to cross them and looking down on them reminded me of the color of the wicked witch of the west. I saw many small villages scattered all through the mountains down in the valleys and along the ridges. Many of them distinct languages and cultures just a few miles apart.
Into Ramu
The Ramu valley looked even more spectacular from the sky. It stretches from Lae to the East, up to the Sepik in the North West. The sun was just rising and all the waterfalls and rivers flowing into the valley glistened and shown bright white against the lime green of the grass and foliage on the hills.
Where are we?
After the fog lifted we took off and headed east towards Ramu valley. It took 10 minutes by air instead of the two hours it took us by car to reach the the valley. Most of my time here has been spent in the shop maintaining aircraft and my flying has been mostly as a passenger. I was excited to be able to ride along and see what a day as a missionary pilot is like. It was a relatively simple flight out to an island to pick up two translators and bring them back to Ukarumpa. There were no incidents and we were able to sit back and enjoy the beautiful scenery. This is Gavin doing his best where are we pose.
Back to work
I enjoyed another successful people slalom to work today. It proved to be a much better day than yesterday. Yesterday I fought a losing battle against my malaria medication that left me nauseous and out of commission pretty much the whole day. Today I got to go for a flight with Gavin out to Long Island.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
F.Y.I.
I have posted a lot recently and I wanted to point out the Archives column on the right in case you have not noticed it. You can browse the different posts by month that don't fit onto this main screen. -->
DHL
At work that last few days I have been working in the Parts room as a Systems Engineer. Or at least that's what I like to call it. I have been writing a lot of little programs on the computer and working with the store guys to streamline the parts management. It has been a blast. I have also become an honorary DHL employee. They run a DHL distribution center out of the hangar which has proved very advantageous to getting shipments in and out of the country more reliably. While it has its own paperwork and logistic headaches, it makes keeping parts for the fleet much more viable. Mr. O and I have a blast working together to keep things running smooth.
Getting to work
On Top
Pot Hole
This was worth a picture. I tried to get Craig to stop next to it but the rest of the passengers would not hear of it. He pulled a little ahead as a compromise and let me get a picture. Down the hole is a cliff dropping away into jungle 1000 feet or so below. You can better appreciate the drop from the next picture.
Ramu
Car Wash
Buai Market
Sun - Rain - Sun - Rain
Monkeys
Snorkeling
Bats
There were lots of them. I wish I had the time to go out and take lots of pictures of them. All day they would hang from the tops of the trees and fan themselves to keep cool. At dusk and dawn they would literally fill the sky as they set out for the night to find fruit to eat. Many of them had 6 foot wing spans and could even soar for short periods of time. They were spectacular to watch.
Market
Duke
Madang
Eventually we arrived in Madang. We stayed at the SIL guest house which is near the water and just a little out of town. Madang has a rich history and if you have time for a good read, check out The Coast Watchers. It is about a few GI's in WWII who where trapped here under Japanese occupation warned the allies of enemy attacks. There is a memorial lighthouse dedicated to those men in the center of town.
Big Fern
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