"Welcome to the Cayman Islands"
Glad to see some airports still have observation decks. Most have put a kibosh in airplane watching.
(Sorry for the poor quality - it's a reflection off my window)
The month of March is another low block month (I was projecting 74 flight hours) so Captain Doug went on 'make up' to top up his hours. Crew sked called an offered me a juicy Grand Caman turn worth 8 hours which would project me to 82 hours. Sweet.
Two questions I asked. When do I show for work and who am I flying with? I didn't recognize the F/O's name for being on my "no fly" list. After 2 1/2 years of flying left seat, you realize 99 percent of the pilots are great to be with. The others are "rather nots." (An aviation fact of life) Besides, it was shaping up to be a great day, why not enjoy it?
The F/O is senior and does many one day pairings, meaning he's been there before. I, a Grand Cayman virgin, elected him to fly us down. Everything looks good for a sked departure, but the in-charge mentions there was a flight attendant change so our "General Declaration" documents had to be altered. Can she change the name herself? In the back of mind, I'm thinking we are heading to an ex-British Colony so we better check with STOC (Systems Operations Control). Sure enough, we can NOT do this, we need new docs. I go into my rant with my F/O about British meaning bureaucracy (sorry Ian) and recount stories of my visits to India where it takes 10 people to do one person's job. We push ten late.
We arrive only ten minutes late. Not bad because the flight plan had us over sked by 10 minutes. There's billions of dollars in the banks of Grand Camen but the airport is text book Caribbean. No ILS or radar identification, but so what, it's VFR 98 percent of the time.
During the taxi out, we get a datalink for me. I was suppose to fly to Orlando and back (today) but they subbed the flight to a B767. Translation...I'm told I have the day off with pay. Sweet.
Not only did I get checked out on a new airport we also switched employee parking lots. We now take the "people mover" from the garage to terminal one. Translation 15 to 25 minutes extra on my commute. But hey, it's a new parking lot and now we get to socialize a little more. But I can hear rumbling in the distance because they are only operating with one train. Plus they haven't fixed the "continuous light chop" experienced on its ride. Luckily, it's not a Disney attraction ride because it might intimidate a few.
So here I sit on a paid day off. Don't think this fairy tale story always happens in the airlines. I must savour it and go the gym.