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We left Belem Brazil early Sunday morning, partially because we could and partially to avoid the fuel guys. Up to this point we had been charged up to $4.95 Brazilian reals per litre ($2.91 Cdn), but here they said $4.95 reals or $1.81USD per litre. I asked them twice and then quickly opted to pay in USD. So the next morning I was sure they would be waiting by the plane for because of the error, but they never showed up.
We filed a flight plan all the way to Guyana, with a fuel stop in French Guyana. We made a few circles over the equator before we flew on. It was wonderful to hear the controller in French Guyana say, “Oui Madam, vee vill do zee best vee can to assist you”. The weather had been pretty poor out of Brazil but minimum VFR levels were holding so we continued on. We landed in Guyana in good weather and good time but spent 3 hours alone in the airport clearing customs because the French Guyana flight services copied the incorrect form for us to show. The officials brought in 6 people that all said “Give me five minutes”. Finally they copied the form I brought, whited out the old information, put in what they wanted and lectured me that it was the responsibility of the departing airport to provide me with enough copied forms for the next destination. So I asked “How many copies for the Guyana?” The response was a predictable “I don’t know!”
When we woke up it was poring. Poring, poring! I have not seen rain like that in a long time. Since we couldn’t leave we decided to tour Georgetown. The poverty was appalling and our cab driver regaled us with stories of drug lords, corrupt politicians and youthful thugs. We had been looking forward to entering Guyana to speak English again, but the accent was so different Josh and I swear we understood more Portuguese. I had forgotten how difficult it was to function when you did not know the language.
We left Guyana under a VFR special. Good bye South America. However, we were in for a surprise when we arrived in Trinidad. Here we found out that we needed a handler or an agent. This person charges you $250-$350 to walk you to immigration, customs and fax in your flight plan. We still had to fill out the forms ourselves and be there, but for some strange reason we are not allowed to deliver them ourselves. It was a remarkable process that results in very many cranky pilots, I have been told.
Flying out over the Caribbean we finally got a good glimpse of the spectacular water that everyone talks about. Our first stop was the island of Bequai where the water was very warm. Josh found lots of shells and coral and was amazed by the number of fish he saw. There were palm trees by the beach, where Josh picked coconuts and drained the milk. Predictably the plane will weigh much more leaving here from all of Josh´s treasures.
We left this morning for Aruba. Flew over Dominica where Pirates of the Caribbean was filmed. Looked for whales that they said were about but we didn´t see any. We then landed in Saint Martin, the most dangerous runway in the world according to http://www.oddee.com/item_93109.aspx. It was unbelievable, not only was the runway short but it was busy, we were number 12, yes twelve for landing not to mention the two airliners that took off and the 4 waiting to take off. To top this off there was only one controller covering both ground and air AND another runway on a different island. It was utter madness; I had to slow my descent as the 747 in front of me had to backtrack. I almost thought that I had to overshoot. The beach was nice and people exceptionally friendly here. Everyday we are getting closer to home.
Barb
Well, the Lost Ducks have begun their migration back to Canada. After spending three months in Chillan, Barb pointed the plane northward. Of course there had been many interesting flights within Chile and many local flights with friends there. The most notable however was in the beginning of February, Barb and John piled into CFIGT and flew to Puerto Montt . They passed volcanoes, glaciers and flew over salmon farms and landed on the private strip of Doug Tompkins, an American famous for his acquisition of over 250,000 hectares of temperate forest which nearly divides Chile in half. He is also the owner of the Northface Company. Doug is a pilot and gave us alot of advice about flying into Argentina. We also flew to the national park he established in his forest preserve called Parque Pumalin. From there we flew to the island of Chiloe and went to see the penguins.
Later Erin (our 12 year old) and I joined the Chillan aeroclub for their annual ride. It was a fantastic flight to 5 different airstrips with nine planes that terminated with a curanto, a feast of shellfish, salmon, sausage and ribs, peas, beans and potatoes all roasted in a huge pit in the ground covered with nalca leaves , huge leaves similar but three times the size of rhubarb. From there Erin and I continued on to Punta Arenas, the most southern city in Chile and then we flew around the most southern tip of the western hemisphere, where we saw the white cross on Cape Froward. Then it was time to start heading home to Canada.
There has been a slight change of crew members with Raúl Bustos coming on as co-pilot and our oldest, Joshua deciding that this might be ¨a cool trip¨. Raúl is Chileno but lived in Calgary for 36 years, he currently lives in Concepcion, Chile with his lovely wife, Ketty. Raúl is both a Canadian and Chilean pilot and flew his own Piper Comanche down from Canada in 1996, alone!! Down here he spends his time as President of the University of Concepcion flying club and has done some flying as a fire spotter. Interestingly in Chile, the flying clubs own many planes and club members pay a membership fee to belong to the club but this offers them the opportunity to fly the club planes. Some members have their own planes.
Our journey started Monday, March 5 when we left Concepcion at 11:00 am after clearing customs and immigration. Services that we had to privately request. We flew over the Andes at a height of 10,500 and landed in Nuequen, Argentina to clear customs. Then spent the night in Santa Rosa where the friendly a Argentine flight controller gave us a ride to the city. She was very nice and wanted to keep Josh for her daughter. Our second day, Tuesday, had us come into Concordia where the ground crew rapidly whisked us out of there as they had to prepare for their next incoming flight ....on Thursday. We made our way over the Pampas to Cataratas, the Argentine airport near the Iguasu falls. Interestingly enough on this flight flew over Uruguay and Paraguay as well. We did the tourist flight over the falls and agreed that it was more panoramic from the Brazilian side. Stayed on the Argentine side and went to see an amethyst mine and a yerba mate orchard. Wednesday morning after we went to the Brazilian consulate to get visas we toured the falls, spent 6 hours in customs and immigration between Argentina and Brazil with only 10 minutes of flying all day!
Now in Brazil, we flew from Foz de Iguasu to Tres Lagoas and on to Goiania, reaching it just before the torrential rains hit. Each leg so far has been about 3 hours and we are making very good time, weather has been very cooperative so far, with us only having to dodge showers or low cumulus clouds. Here in South America there appears to be less turbulence under the clouds than what we are used to in Canada, so the flying has been great.
In Goiania we met with some pretty spectacular people. First there were the helpful people from the fuel company who took us all over to change our money, then change our flight plan until we finally got it through to them that what we wanted was an oil change. Here we met Abrão Berberian who runs the Quick aircraft maintence shop along with his wife June and son Abrão. Fantastic people they squeezed us into their busy schedule and not only did they change the oil but they checked over the plugs and tightened and cleaned things up. Abrão even loaned us his car to get to the terminal to file our flight plan. Way beyond your average oil change experience. We were very grateful for their service.
We also linked up with John Carter who along with his wife Kika have a project going to help preserve the rainforest, you can check it out at http://www.aliancadaterra.org.br/ . John is also a pilot who flies alot in the Mato Grosso and with his advice we decided to cut north across the eastern edge of the rainforest. We also got to spend the night at his fishing camp along one of the Amazon tributaries. We went fishing and too bad I caught only the trees! We also had a night boat ride on the river on the way back from eating in town. Pretty spectacular!



Our first day we intended to fly to Kansas City, but our blue skies ended just outside of that city and we decided to spend the night in Lawrence. Our blue skies continued down to Tuscaloosa Alabama where we stopped for lunch. We took a taxi to the "Bottom Feeder" which was only a mile and a half from the airport and cost us $35. After lunch we instructed Ed to go and wrangle us a deal for the ride back. He managed to get us a limo - free. We are now in Winter Haven where Anne-Marie and George have treated us royally. They managed to get us tickets to see Willie Nelson last night and today we are going to Fantasy of Flight.
I am going to try and attach a couple of pictures. It is the first time I've done this so please let me know how it turns out. The first is the picture of the limo, the second is of Willie Nelson and the last is of the mighty Mississippi.



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Barb continues to make remarkable achievements, not only did she get us to land at the international airport but ground control parked her near the terminal where Lorne and I were met by met by a bus that usually transfers the big planes. Inside the terminal we received the VIP treatment where the transportation manager met the bus and escorted the two of us to our check in. I don’t think he believed we arrived by CFIGT, a tiny Cardinal and insisted we prove we had Police clearance to be in Chile, I don’t think little Cessna’s are usual terminal traffic!
While waiting for Air Canada to open Lorne watched Barb taxi out and attached is a picture proving she departed in a perfect take off pattern.
It’s been a hoot, we need to go home and plan the next trip. To top this one will take some effort!
Josh and Morgan toughing it out in Chile in December, Lyndon and Erin hiding out of the picture, were lining up to get the rest of Barb into the pool. The four kids are totally comfortable switching between English and Spanish.
Motorcycle enthusiasts enjoy the winding road (can’t quite see the road in this picture, but I am sure you can imagine it) between the Pacific Ocean and the cliffs along the Peruvian and Chilean coast. Bev Fee I expect your Harley will work OK for that trip.
Canadian hybrid canola being multiplied in Chile, note the Andean mountains in the background. The narrow strip in the middle are male plants, the wide strips are female. After flowering the male plants are mowed to prevent them forming seed.
Hybrid canola field showing i) flood irrigation channels, the fields are flooded 4 days a week, 600 liters/second ii) the honey bees along the edge for transferring the male pollen to the female plants.
While the Peruvian aviation authorities provided a unique flight planning experience testing even Barb’s patience and skills, they are not representative of Peruvian people or their rich cultural history. This picture is included to show the Peruvian people as they are, very positive pleasant people to be with. This is Katia and her accountant Price Water House accounting colleagues; no they are not a group of models.
Pilot’s will recognize this as a down wind take off, unusual but something the tower insisted we do. Good thing Lorne was flying and Barb’s 177 has a CS prop and more HP than our 172.
We rejoined in Pisco, south of Lima. Pisco experienced the earth quake last August with 5000 deaths and major property damage, unfortunately many are left living in tents.

4. Motorcycle enthusiasts enjoy the winding road (can’t quite see the road in this picture) between the Pacific Ocean and the cliffs along the Peruvian and Chilean coast. Bev Fee, I expect your Harley will work OK for that trip.

Archeological dig dating to the pre Inca period, ~ 1300 AD or during the Ichmay cultural period, one block from the Hichinose house in suburban Lima.
Taken outside of the Guayaquil airport, just to remind those of us from Sask. there are flowers in December.
I think we all fell asleep crossing the Equator, so no pictures of 0 degrees latitude ( Note- we are not all sleeping at the same time!!!!!)
Well it looks like the lost ducks have finally figured out what the little “N” on the compass means. C-FIGT is finally turned around and headed home. Please leave your comments by clicking the “comments” button at the bottom of the posting.
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