My time in North West Africa is quickly coming to an end, with an overnight in London, then back to my woodsy home in Nova Scotia, for at least a week. I'll get a few days of hunting out of our whitetail deer season before I'm off again.
Morocco has been a blast. I've made some new friends, dined on some amazing cuisine, tasted some old world culture and took some sun. What more could one ask for? I might just have thee best job in the world. I may be saying goodbye to the Italian AW139 for awhile, an aircraft I really enjoy flying, but I can't say I was disappointed to hear I was headed back onto Super Pumas. I've had the big old workhorses out in some of the worst conditions I could have imagined and they always got me home safely, and being an instructor, giving countless ground schools on it's various systems and running quite a few pilots through initial and recurrent type training on the Norwegian simulator, it will be like going back home. After a few days of relaxing and tromping through the dense woods of Nova Scotia with my .308, I'm off to Scotland for some training myself with some old friends I haven't seen in ages. There's a very interesting ferry flight in the cards in the new year, and at the end of it, another SAR contract in a tropical climate where I'll be the instructor once again. Things just keep playing out.....
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