My eyes look at the clock on the dashboard, as they often tend to do while driving this bit of freeway. Normally I’m curious to see if I’m still on schedule to arrive on time for class. But last Saturday I was more concerned with arriving at Jandakot ridiculously early, since I forgot to factor in the absence of other commuters on the Kwinana freeway.
On weekdays my alarm goes off at 6.30 am, although I normally wake up a few minutes before it starts. My routine is basically the same as when I would get up to go to work back in the Netherlands. Class starts at 8 am, but if I leave at twenty past seven it takes me at least twenty minutes to merge onto the Mitchell Freeway going south. So I choose to leave home at little earlier, making the drive down to the airport a lot more comfortable. Besides, what could possibly be a better morning then having a cup of tea on the apron and watching helicopters buzz around?
I’ve decided to take down the theoretical course first, which I should finish two weeks before my Mum comes over for the wedding. That’s provided I don’t screw up any exams. So far I’ve finished and passed Aerodynamics, and although I passed with a 75% score (you need 70% to pass) I feel I should be able to do better. Still, a pass is a pass, and it’s been at least 10 years since I last did an exam of any significance. The next exam is booked in for June 15th, Aircraft General Knowledge, and I’m already feeling confident about this one. The modules I anticipate to be hardest are Navigation and Air Law. Just the sheer size of all the binders, booklets and maps you need for those exams is impressive to say the least. Those modules look hard, thankfully hard is not impossible.
My flight medical didn’t go quite as well as I had hoped. I was convinced my hearing wouldn’t be as good as it should be for a person my age. Being a bit of a hoon in my early twenties, having 3000 watts of amplified sound in the boot, couldn’t have done me any favours I imagined. So when I came out of the booth in which they conduct the hearing test, I was getting ready for some bad news, only to find out my hearing falls between 0dB and 20dB! Which is defined as normal hearing, and you couldn’t score better than that! Or, to use the official medical terms the nurse used, I have “supersonic eyesight” and “perfect hearing”. A medical professional said that. Of course I still act like I’m partially deaf at home.
a no-no for CASA
That was the pleasant surprise. The unpleasant surprise was the trace amounts of blood they found in my urine. That might indicate problems with my kidneys, something I’ve had as a seven-year old, and needs to be investigated further. This basically means having an ultrasound to check for kidney stones, which would be a no-no for CASA. Worst case scenario they will not give me a medical certificate until I can prove my kidneys are working fine, so at least all is not lost. I also have to do a glucose tolerance test, since my blood sugar was not high enough to be diabetic, but it wasn’t as low as it could be. But I’m not worried about that, it’s just another hassle. At least I don’t need my medical until I want to fly solo, which is roughly after 20-25 hours of instructor accompanied flight. So no rush (yet).
Something else that is starting to creep up on me/us is the wedding. We still need to sort out certain things, but thankfully most of it is done or at least under control. And Rogier and Fabian are coming to Australia! Three weeks in total, so we’ll have a good time! I’m already planning trips and plotting surprises, and we need to find some Aussie cuties to seduce Fabian and make him move over too. Rogier always ends up wherever Fabian does for some reason, so that saves me half the trouble. My mum is coming over before the wedding, so I don’t have to over stretch myself making sure everybody enjoys their trip! I’ll probably see some museums twice, but that’s okay.
a sneak pic
In the meantime my new desktop arrived, which means I can finally unload the pictures on my camera that have been on there since February. It took a while loading them all into Lightroom, but the real work is yet to be done. Sorting, tagging and editing 1700 photographs. I don’t think I’ll bother with transferring the Lightroom library from the MacBook any time soon, although that might be easier in the long run. The more I think about it the more it sounds like that’s what I’ll be spending my afternoon on. After I’m done with that, I’ll feel more comfortable going out again and taking new pictures. I might even take my stuff to Jandakot, maybe I can take a sneak pic of the Police choppers in the hangar across from us. They have two, an Airbus SA365N “Dauphine” and a Kawasaki/Airbus BK117. Both are normally down for maintenance, or at least alternate up time. Although they probably wouldn’t appreciate that, since you need special clearance to just go on to their apron. There are other beautiful machines out there anyway.
In the meantime I’ve been reading up on transferring Lightroom libraries, and have set up and started the transfer by now. It’ll take about an hour apparently, after which it’s time for dinner and then study. I don’t think I ever seriously took notes and studied them in high school, or was so enthusiastic about a class. High school should have focussed more on helicopters, I would have performed much better I reckon. Oh, and I haven’t forgotten about the promise I made in my last blog, but I thought you’d enjoy a little update more, since it’s been a while. That other story is still coming, pinky promise.