Really. No kidding. The bouncer stopped the tipsy fellow, and the story we eventually got was the guy wanted to go out for a beer, but didn't have time to cook himself supper. So he grabs a chicken and heads out the door, hoping the bar can cook it up for him. The bouncer took the chicken and threw buddy out. Understandably, our protagonist wasn't very happy. The chicken was still running about the typical African open air/thatch hut bar when we pulled pitch in the wee hours, no doubt euphoric to live and die another day.
The SAR flying has been going very, very well, even earning a ".....far above standard" comment on the training forms from one of thee most demanding Check Pilots in the company. I knew everything went well but the comment put a smile on face. Like my ego needed any encouragement. Hopefully we finish ticking the final boxes early this week, then I'm off to Canada three weeks early.....only to head right back, effectively shifting my rotation to better suit base requirements. At least it will put me home for my daughter's birthday, and incur some much needed overtime.
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