Don't give up the ghost quite yet.....

While I'm far from comfortably flush, I am much more concerned about dealing with the boredom of sitting home for an extended period of time, as opposed to worrying of impending financial ruin from my atrocious spending habits and a possible lack of income.  If I'm stuck at home without work, I'll be bouncing off the walls in six months, and needless to say, hopelessly broke.  I've been broke before, but it's the boredom I struggle with.  Yet even as I ponder the industry's demise and my dismal future, new tenuous job offers seem to fall in my lap, offering a glimmer of hope, only to then disappear like the morning frost, to be replaced by yet another nebulous proposition.  I do think I'll step off this emotional rollercoaster and try to worry about it when and if it happens.  There are some very interesting developments that just may see me keeping to the skies and getting my daily dose of aviation.  Fingers crossed.

I'm still flying pretty much daily, and looking forward to a ferry flight I couldn't have entertained in my wildest dreams, hauling these old birds up to Poland!  Imagine; departing the jungles of Gabon, flying over Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, to Nigeria, Togo, Benin, Ghana, Cote D'Ivoire, Liberia, Guinea, Gambia, Senegal, Mauritania, Western Sahara, Morocco, Spain, France, Switzerland, Austria then Poland, all at 500 feet behind the controls of a Super Puma!  I drool when I think about it.  Maps arrived today.  Flight planning well underway.  Once again, fingers crossed.

Yet another gear pic.  I was sorting through my flying/touring gear the other day, and figured I'd share.  Buffalo Jackson leather bag (so Indiana Jones!), David Clark headset, shemagh from Morocco, iPad, iPhone, Maxpedition pouch containing various survival nicknacks, Leatherman Signal, DPx HEFT 4, DPx HEST 2 folder, Cammenga 3H compass,  Tissot Seastar, my third world watch with an alligator strap I had made up, thirty year old Ray Ban Aviators, Pelican flashlite, Mont Blanc from my good friend Juan, may he rest in peace, Captain bars, passport....

Good to go!