Flying Around New Zealand by the Seat of My Pants by Keith Reynolds

Author:Keith Reynolds
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, flying, travel, new zealand
Publisher: Sixth Element Publishing

Chapter Nine

NORTH HEAD

Oh shit. Another bloody credit card bill. God only knew how I was going to be able to pay this one.

I was coming apart at the seams, my mounting credit card bills were now out of control and I was sinking fast. I had used all of my savings to pay for my flight training and there was nothing left. The sale of my house in the UK didn’t make any money at all. I’d had to just give it back to the mortgage company. So I had two choices left. Either stop flying until I had enough money, which would be never, living in this country, on this crappy wage with no overtime or bonus, or find a school that would let me fly and just drip feed my account. I was determined to get my licence and then charge people to go flying as my new business venture.

I really needed a commercial licence to do that legally but if I said the people going with me were buying me an expensive lunch, that’d be a way around that legality. A hundred and fifty dollar lunch that was.

It’d taken me three long years to adjust to life in NZ. I’d gone through lots of struggles and turmoil and I wasn’t going to give up now. The only thing missing from this bloody country was the money!

It was Saturday morning and I decided to go for a drive up north on a whim. I loved to just jump in the car and take off. The sense of freedom was what it was all about. I certainly needed a good feeling at the moment, with all of the financial frustrations in my life.

‘Learn to fly with North Head Aero Club,’ read the sign.

I slowed to a cruising speed and tried to think where the hell I was. But it was no good, I was completely lost. I had to make a mental note of this place, so that I could try and find it again but, for now, I just wanted to have a quick look at the club. The country lane, just off the motorway, led to an old farmhouse, which had been converted into the club.

The runway wasn’t as at big as Arrow Moore, but was big enough to put a Cessna down, maybe even a Beechcraft, if you were lucky. There was a balcony upstairs and what looked like a barbie and a couple of wooden tables outside the clubhouse.

It was perfect. I had already made my mind up that I was flying here, so I decided to investigate further. Inside the reception area was a fine display of accessories and flight equipment, there was even a notice board that listed cheap houses close by to help students ease the cost of flying.

“Hi there, can I help you?” the girl on reception said.

I explained to the girl that I had previous flight experience and was looking for a new school to finish the last part of my training.

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