Off to Morocco!

No, it's not easy to look cool riding a burro, but perhaps I can pull it off with some more practice.  I got the call last night, with just over six weeks home and no idea of what the future held, to pack my bags and hop on a plane back to Morocco, to manage the base for the month.  I'll be covering flying duties as a Captain as well, and may be faced with some training duties depending on present staffing, but I know from experience. having managed exploration support helicopter bases in Turkey, Romania, Tanzania and Kenya, that I'll be very busy with a cel phone permanently attached to my head sorting out an endless variety of frustrating and inane issues.  Being the boss sucks.  At first I found the challenges rewarding, especially when faced with mobilizing and setting up bases across International borders, dealing with all sorts of logistical nightmares and dizzying bureaucracy, but then there's all the tedious and time consuming administrative tasks that fall on you as these sorts of things typically operate very bare bones.  There is just so much to do that is very far removed from joys of aviation, and it takes so much time away from the reason we sought pilot licences in the first place;  basically to fly and then sit by the pool.  It is not an enviable job, but they needed me, and I know I can muddle through. Besides, it's only for the month, and it's Morocco!  After I've tackled this job, it's looking like I'll be saying goodbye to the Italian steed I've been using to blast around the skies of Africa and saying hello again to the heavy iron.  I must admit, I have missed flying the heavies and I'll be happy to be pulling pitch in an old friend once again, but then things could always change.  In the meantime...off to the airport for another adventure!