The plan was to meet the Focker at the hanger at 4h15 but the lazy shit negotiated another 30 mins so 4h45 was the meeting time with a 5h30 take-off.
The plan is to fly from Rietfontein to Aliwal North, East London, Up the coast to Margate, Drakensberg and back to Joeys over about 5 days.
So I am on the way to the hanger on time with a now slightly nervous excitement. As I turn in to the field and see the wind-sock hanging like a limp dick (so I am told) the excitement doubles and now I just want to throw everything in the trike and get going.
I open up, pack, get organised, start warming the thing up and still no Focker. Its now 5h10, the bastard is on the nest or something. I phone him and no answer. I think about phoning Mrs Focker at 5h15 and decide I am not that brave.
5h16 it arrives and we are ready to get airborne at 5h45. I lift off, Call lanseria for a routing out of their airspace. The ATC asks for our destination. I reply Aliwal North. He asks again.......is he deaf. I repeat and we are on the way.
I call Zone outbound and switch over to chat to Focker. He does not know where I am. All he had to do was follow. First he is late and then gets lost and we are only 5 miles out. 10 minutes later I find him and now we are really on the way.
We then hear "Straydog" on the radio. He has escaped the brake disc and is coming with.
