Here, it's hot. And humid. Like summer in Florida, hot and humid. Except being on the equator, the sun is more intense.
Because it's hot, and because we need to keep our windows rolled up, the car's air conditioner needs to work REALLY well. Otherwise, we get heat stroke, which is arguably worse than having things taken out of the car.
So, that brings us to today... kind of... When a person learns how to fly an airplane, pretty early on in their training they get to do what is called a "solo" flight, where the instructor gets out of the airplane, and the student pilot goes and does three takeoffs and landings by themselves. Then, once the student returns, the instructor cuts off the student's shirt tail, then decorates it with something memorable from that day.
|The shirt tail from my first solo March 7th, 2002|
|Maya, one of our national workers doing the honors.|
|Taxiing in to the parking area|
Then took a missionary and some cargo from Kikongo, to Vanga, where I picked up another passenger and some more cargo, and flew back to N'Dolo. All in all, 4 hours of flying ended up saving these guys over 3 days of travel time.
|Me and one of my first passengers, Glen Chapman-Kikongo Missionary|