Innisfail traffic, Cessna 152/172, Tango Quebec Romeo, joining crosswind, runway 14, Innisfail.

My landlady is what we in the Netherlands, well actually everywhere in the world, call a BADASS. She always had a need for speed, but after years of driving it didn’t provide her with the same rush of adrenaline. So one day she though: “Maybe I should fly” and thats how she became a pilot. She is now in training for her navigation, at least that’s what I think she’s doing, because she calls al her flights “nav-flights”.


I already had the privilege to fly with her on one of her trainings, but now she invited Stefania and me to join her on her Nav-flight. Super excited, Stef and I were heading to Innisfail at 6.00. We met up with David, the Catalonian instructor, ate some meat pies for lunch and around noon we were up in the air.

I have to tell you something funny about this flight: both Stefania and I are scared for heights and get seasick pretty easy. So drugged up with traveling pills, we were flighting over the Tablelands. It was beautiful to see the rainforest and waterfalls from the sky, to see the clouds up close and to see the transition fro rainforest to nothing/bush bush/outback-land.

1,5 hour later we arrived at Mount Surprise, which is located in the middle of whoop whoop (Australian slang for nowhere). The winds weren’t working like our pilot wanted so the landing was a bit…rough..yes that is the proper way to say it. But as any proper pilot says:

“Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing, even if you have to walk through the living room and out the front door of the house you crashed into.”

We flew back to Innisfail, but not before we flew over the Reef. The Great Barrier Reef is as beautiful from the sky as underwater. Our pilot decided to do some 30 degree turns,
which made the flight sickness even worse, but in the end everything was worth it!!

Thank you, Rhi!


About Ruth-Eva Matahelumal

Dutch New Media student, optimist, wannabe-worldchanger, proud Moluccan, happy. In any order.
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