Remembering this flight from down under…
I wasn’t really sure if I would make it this time too. The first time I was in Sydney, I had managed to call the Bankstown airport to determine if they would let me fly with a US license, which they did. I hoped to make it there. How I didn’t know. I never made it there. Instead, I did a scenic helicopter flight.
Second time around, I didn’t even call them. I was travelling with a friend. My schedule was overbooked. There was no way I could squeeze in a day of flying.
Third times a charm, as they say.
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