Purely by chance I ended up in a plane with Euan and a couple of others in a very arse-heavy JGP, unfortunately for us the chap sitting to my left was a non-flyer who unbeknowns to us suffered from motion sickness. This did not become apparent until the very rough air on the way to Whakatane smoothed out, and less than one minute from landing this turkey blew chunks everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. I discovered then that the difference between a pilot and a non-pilot is that when a pilot is sick in a plane he moves the microphone out of the way first!!
After landing at Whakatane, we were overcome by the smell, and cleaning the aircraft was the first order of business. Unfortunately, thanks to the smell, neither Euan or myself felt well enough to attempt to fly the "Vomit Comet" out to a forecast-severe turbulent White Island, so we ended up staying while the others flew out, in an attempt to rid the plane of the guy's lunch. Not that I remember him helping us much, mind you.
By the time the others returned, we were feeling better and the Comet was much nicer to stick your head in. Soon after that we had to leave to make it home in time, so several old Air NZ magazines on the back seat and many sprays of the deodorant we thieved from the mens room at the terminal later, we headed off, myself PIC this time.
On a whim, almost, I decided that having never travelled in controlled airspace except for airfield control zones, this would be a perfect time to try it out, and once again, thanks to Aaron, I was armed with everything I needed to get back at 5500 feet through controlled airspace, which may or may not explain why the trip home was smoother. Thanks to a howling tail wind, were were averaging 150kt ground speed in the cruise while only showing 115kt indicated!!
Here's a video of Euan's takeoff and a couple of photos I took on the day...




