The best worst case
I decided to spent a few weeks down in Tauranga to continue my flying lessons. And while there was always the chance that Auckland would be locked down and I would not be able to travel through back up north where we’re kind of home right now, I was hoping it would not actually happen…
Of course, it happened. Two days before I planned to head back they shut down Auckland and my bus got cancelled. Weirdly enough the aero club I am flying with planned a trip up to Ninety Mile Beach with a few people on the day I planned my departure. After I shared my worries with my instructor about not being able to return back up he organised a seat for me to tag along.
So not only was I no longer stuck in Tauranga for who knows how long, my long and boring bus ride turned into a major scenic flight tracking over a huge part of the north island. Further than I’ve ever been.
And it wasn’t just that – we landed on Ninety Mile Beach and had a little picnic before we flew back and they dropped me off close to home. Those guys are just the best aero club ever. This is how a worst case scenario turns into the best worst case. I felt insanely lucky.
My holiday in Tauranga hitting a bird with a plane, seeing dolphins and being taken for aerobatics. Great unexpected adventures. And I can’t get enough of seeing things in miniature, so I really need to get off my ass and follow through with the theory exams to get my Private Pilot License.