Steel blue oceans and spraying whales



Steel blue water, floes and icebergs that not only busted ships but also Hollywood cash registers. A pod of whales slowly swimming along and every now and then one of them spraying water like a geiser. Upon arriving in New York we make a graceful curve around the Statue of Liberty and we take a quick look at tormented Manhattan skyline. At departure women and children waving and wiping away tears. But then again, we would never have an arrival like that: during the flight we hear a loud “clunk” from the fore cabin and we see a propeller that stopped rotating, while a thin layer of oil slowly spreads over the windscreen. We brace ourselves for a dive in the -literally- ice cold water…



What more does one imagine with a transatlantic ferry flight? I get the opportunity to look into that question studiously when Paul told me one evening at the aeroclub that the owner of the N7346P, a pressurised Cessna 210, asked him to fly that machine from Eindhoven to Florida. All thoughts of danger and elation forgotten, and instead only one thought remains: I have to be there! I know, however, that Paul once crossed the ocean solo, and can probably do without somebody looking over his shoulder. I cautiously suggest that I would consider it an honour if… but if not, no hard feelings. Then Paul reminds me of that engine and the consequences for my wife and two children if it were to stop functioning.