I need some help here. My pilot George was keen to do some long distance flying but he wasn't sure where to go. I suggested that he replicates a famous Journey, not necessarily one of aviation, any journey would do......Just follow in the footsteps of.

Anyway, to cut a long story short I haven't got a clue where he's taking me, I haven't got a clue about which journey he's replicating either......He did mention that he's fitted extra fuel tanks to give the old bird a max range of just over 2000 miles (fuel_flow_scalar cfg adjustment), he also mentioned that we would have to make fuel stops that weren't part of the original journey but he would be sticking as closely as possible to the original route.

Here's some screenies of the first leg,  perhaps some of you know where he's taking me? (easy) and what journey he's got in mind (perhaps more difficult)?

Starting out


First fuel stop after a 7.5 hour flight. (not a stopping point in the original journey)

Not sure either but the shots look good...

cool moon shot.. I like that.

G.K. wrote on Mar 20^th, 2012 at 10:33am:

The irish are good at that,as long as you don't say'build whatever you want',because there will be walls,roads and roundabouts everywhere!
Actualy there is quite some history about roads leading to nowhere and pointless walls.
During the famine the government decided that the rich should give money to the poor but the rich(mainly bad English people...) tought the irish where lazy(thats true for some...)and didn't do much work(while they actualy did) so they made them do hard but pointless work that earns barely any money like building roads leading to nowhere instead of actualy just giving them money.


I do wish there was some good scenery for Cork airport...

nice "ET" shot...much prefer the dc3

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Tru dat! I truly did love my years in Ireland, but one of the cultural shifts I had to make while living there was to get used to the idea that if you wanted to get anywhere, there was no direct route between Point A and Point B. Winding roads everywhere (If you could call them that. More like paved-over horse-cart paths.), even when there were no obstacles other than hedgerows 40 feet tall, so there was no way to see how big the lorry was that was about to obliterate you from the opposite direction. I don't know how many times I could literally SEE where I wanted to go, but couldn't get there by any direct means other than walking. And GPS was no help, because the Irish Road Department refused to release actual survey data to the public. I guess for fear that the Brits might get hold of it, making their invasion that much easier. Someone should tell the Dail Eireann that the the Brits have helicopters now. 

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It is a very colorful, and often tragic history, and one could easily understand how the Irish developed a chip on their shoulder toward the English. But as a Yank with no real dog in the fight, I can say from my own observation that the Irish and the English are more alike than not.

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I thought I had some Cork scenery (and Shannon, too) from the old IFSDe before they dissolved. It wasn't stellar, but still way better than default. I'll have to look around my HD.

BTW GK,I got so wrapped up in reminiscing that I forgot to say: I really like the "Somewhere Over the Atlantic" sun shot. Seems very inviting.

Thanks for the Menu Trucker, I'll see if George wants some.

Tis true about the Irish, very hard workers. Lets face it they built most of the English transport system.

The Lads have had a go at Cork airport, they've added some approns, vehicle paths, added a few buildings (not sure about the radio mast though?) and generally cluttered the place up with vehicles, old planes and rubbish. The did have a set of drawings but unfortunately they made it up as they went along. So it's not quite as it should be but definitely more interesting.


Meanwhile:

As soon as we touched down George was out of the old bird quicker than a ferret down your trousers, off to find the loo I suppose. 12 hours without a "jimmy"   I'm suprised he can still walk let alone run. Mind you, he does run in an odd fashion......I wonder why he didn't want to use the bucket, I'll ask him when he gets back.







As soon as George gets back we're off to Southampton which was a brief stopping point in the original journey. After that London.

Thats not close to reality at all.
The only thing even remotely right is the aer lingus a320.