Simon's account of the incredible journey
There’s always a bit of trepidation when embarking on something that one has never done before and is certainly not the run-of-the-mill kind of job – ferrying an airplane across endless hours of water. So it was with an added bit of “what have I signed up to” when Dylan wrote and said he couldn’t make the initial date. But as there were so many things lined up with this date MAF did a risk assessment and opted to fly the first two Caravans with the help, knowledge and support network of Dylan. So after the usual 24 hours of travel to get to the other side of the world I was happy to crash into bed in Newton – a small town just south of Moundridge where the 3 airplanes were parked. The next few days were spent trying to convince and dupe my body clock into thinking that everything was business as usual. The 5 days available prior to launching were busy enough. I spent some hours emptying the two planes and taking stock of everything in the pods and reloading them with a better...
