Well, they wanted me to fly back to Henderson for some more exploring.  Not quite sure they didn't just explore completely the first time and eat in one of the airport buildings here.
There they go wasting my fuel again.

Well, they're back, and I replaced the few gallons or so I lost. i want every bit of fuel I've got.  It's a LONG flight to the next island with any fuel station.

Time to take off.  Flaps set, brakes hold.  Throttle to full...  N2 reached.  Brakes off.  V1.  Rotate!  V2.  Flaps up.
So long Henderson!


Well, guys, we're here.  Get a nice long look.


On to the next island!
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WHAT?!?!?!?
YOU EXPECT ME TO LAND THERE?!?!?!? THERE'S NOT EVEN AN AIRPORT DOWN THERE!!!!!
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Oh brother.  They expect me to just find some spot to land down there!  And they say if I don't, I'm not going to get paid since I didn't land at EVERY stinkin' island!!!

Ugh.  I guess I better try to find a place to land.



ARGH!  There's nowhere to land here!


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The BEACH?!?
That sand could flip the plane!!!
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UUUGH!
guess I better get to work remembering the procedures for a soft field landing and takeoff.  Along with checking to see if my wings will clip.



Whew!  That was exhausting!  Thank goodness I've managed to live to tell the tale so far!  Though with these idiots onboard, I doubt I will for long.

Alright!  Go do your expolring already while I check to make sure nothing got damaged or clogged by all this darn sand!




So how'd I do?  On the photos, and/or story, and/or landing at that stinknin' beach?