It’s not exactly what you’d call a pretty ship. Actually, it could do with a lick of paint. And it’s not very big or impressive either. Not exclusive, or state of the art. No special history that I know of. And yet Emma and I drove all the way to Fremantle Harbour this weekend to see her, and take some pictures.
I kind of jumped the gun on the last blog. All seemed well when Zoey came out of surgery, and I was instructed to give the vet hospital a call the next morning after eight AM to see when I could pick her up. So when my phone rang at 08:01 and I saw the vet’s number, I knew something wasn’t as it should be.
The turbines had been running for a couple of minutes already by now. As I walked out of the hangar, and onto Rotorvation’s apron, I noticed a ground crew member giving the pilot a thumbs up, and then walk away. Sweet! I was convinced I got out there just in time to finally get some shots of the WA Police SA365N “Dauphin” in flight. I stood there patiently waiting for the pilot to run through his endless checklists (apparently the Dauphin has some pretty long ones) before he could take her up into the hover. Continue reading “Don’t Yell At Your Co-Pilot”
I’d put a towel in the kitten’s carrier. Zoey’s carrier has a little pillow in it, but I couldn’t find anything better than a fluffy towel for the kittens. At least it’s better than nothing. When I walked into the living room, I was relieved to see the two little ones playing in the middle of the room. Easy catch. As I picked them up I noticed Zoey was nowhere to be seen. Great, it would be a challenge to find her in time.
The rain had been coming down for most of the night. It was the morning of the wettest day for Perth in 31 years. As I got in the shower, I imagined traffic being backed up for kilometres, and tried to get in the right state of mind for a long morning of sitting in traffic. I was therefore extremely surprised to get to the city center in seemingly record time! Only to see the first sign of trouble on the normally free-flowing stretch to Jandakot… Continue reading “Jackie & Wilson”
I remember sitting at one of the desks at the very front of the class. For some reason the teacher’s desk is on a little elevation, as if that gives him more leverage over the rowdy teens before him. As usual I have no clue whatsoever as to what is happening on the blackboard. I always zoned out during mathematics, since I didn’t get it anyway. Sensing I wasn’t paying attention, the teacher calls on me to solve the equation on the board. I blankly stare at the numbers and letters on the board, as if the both of us don’t know I won’t be able to do it.
“PNR?! What the hell does PNR mean?” I grab the scribble paper that has been left on my desk. I make a quick estimation of questions that could be wrong. If I submit now, that’ll be a 70-75% grade. Dammit, I wanted to do better this time. Still, if I submit now, provided I’m not oblivious to other questions I answered wrong, that should be enough to pass. Barely though… Continue reading “Acronyms And Abbreviations”
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. Continue reading “Back To School”
I remember rainy days, that never seemed to end. In a way some never did and just continued raining on into the next day, or even the day after that. Light drizzle, or maybe just enough rain to make you soaking wet yet, simultaneously making you look ridiculous for caring an umbrella. They seem so far away and so long ago. Continue reading ““Real Pilots Don’t Need Runways””
As mentioned before, I spend many days of my childhood in the warm embrace of the Swiss mountains. Half of my immediate family lives here, and according to my grandfather I always drive the winding mountain roads as if I’ve been living here for years. I always remind myself that he thinks most people here drive like crazy bastards, but I take it as a compliment none the less.