At the end of the last leg, I left you all wondering where I was, following the failure of the canopy on my Lightning. I was wondering that myself, and there appeared to be no-one around to ask. Surprisingly, mobile reception was also poor (considering the vast open space I was standing in), so it's taken me a while to source an alternative form of transportation to get to Simon Bolivar International (somewhere that, at this particular time, sounded like heaven)
A few hours later, I managed to venture into the local town. San Juan de Marcona is a town of around 20,000 people with vast reserves of iron ore. The Chinese bought the mining company in 2009 and is the main source of employment in the town. That's the only real reason for the airport and port (and indeed the town being there in the first place). Anyway, through the power of luck (since I don't speak Spanish, Quechua, Aymara or Chinese, I managed to source my next ride
A nice Olympus 301-powered Vulcan B2. That should do the trick, especially for what I have planned for Putinfeld's cronies
Engines started and nice cool air starts to circulate. I hate the heat
As per normal for a Vulcan, she leaps into the air, even with a full fuel load
However it is very easy to overspeed.....
Turning to follow the coast
Leaving our calling card
At an appropriate point, I open the bomb doors and drop a 28lb practice bomb, with a note wrapped around it
Now, you should all recall that I dropped a "package" at a certain point and requested the location from ATC. This was my lunchbox (that was rapidly emptied before being ejected). Knowing that Putinfeld would think it was the baton, and a chance to ensnare a pilot, I allowed him to go on a nice pointless journey. I do hope he's a Douglas Adams fan though......
Little job done, we carry on northwards
Cruising along at 45,000ft - not much to see really!
Especially out of a Vulcan
Just as we finish cruise-climbing to 50,000ft, it's time to descend
I hatch another plan, looking roughly at the map. If we fly up that estuary, we arrive at the airport. Nice and low
Having been sat at high altitude for most of the flight, it was good to get down in the dirt for the last section
Giving the fish a wash
What my navigator forgot to tell me was the city of Guayaquil was in between us and the airport. Ah well, the locals got a nice surprise
My entrance was, shall we say, unorthodox. And loud
Top of the climb, having climbed the 10,000ft in less than a minute
With a touch more fuel to burn, I went in for another low pass
And a loop, just to finish things off
Being sensible for a change, a decent landing
Hmm, don't like the look of that King Air that started to taxi as soon as we landed
Luckily he carried on past and soon took flight. Plan B would have been a blast of the throttles
And all shut down in Simon Bolivar's Airport, although now it's José Joaquín de Olmedo's.
I hope Steph is here soon. I hate hot weather
IRIS Vulcan used
Note: No fish were harmed in the course of the flight!