Last Plane to London...

While the increasingly bigger crowd of passengers went off to savor the beauties of Boston and surroundings, I arranged a meeting with some of Vitantonio's "relatives" to find a proper way to cross the ocean. One of them (you'd never guess his name: Vito) offered me a bargain: a brand new Airbus 380, the Moby Dick of the skies.

This Leviathan is the biggest commercial plane, and they offered it to me almost free of charge (well, we would have to carry some packages to Europe, "for their less fortunate relatives in the Old Continent"). Anyways, we shook hands and we would have to go to JFK Airport to find our little bird.

Due to some strange glitch in the FSX's flight planner, I was unable to plot a reasonable course across the Ocean. The program insisted on plotting a course that would take us all across Canada, up to Alaska an then turning east to flight over Groenland, Iceland and then back south to London. I felt too lazy to edit the course manually to make it more reasonable, plus the fact that many vans parked outside Eric's house was starting to make us all nervous.

So, earlyin the morning, we left down south for JFK. It was a foggy day in the east coast. There, at JFK, was our contact: another of Vintantonio's cousin, also named Vito. He led the way to a huge hangar and this is what we found inside:

This is HUGE! It is going to be a long trip, but don't worry, as you can see, the luxury interiors will make for a pleasurable cruise (I hope)
This looks complicated. Somebody pass me the instruction's manual, please. It's a gigantic book with thousands of pages. No, Eric, not that one. That one has just 780 pages and says "Ferrari". What? Oh yes, it's just something a friend of mine gave me. I was thinking to have it photocopied as soon as we arrived to England....you know, there's no harm in that is it?

This time I have Ankit and Eric in the cockpit with me. Eric tries to convince me that this can't be harder to drive than a 1982 Camaro, but I have my doubts. Even more so once we start accelerating down the runway and the plane never seems to lift off the ground.
Finally, just when we are about to run out of space, the plane slowly gets airborne.

Would have loved to give you some pictures of NYC but unfortunately, it was all covered with clouds and fog so no I couldn't get any shots worth posting.
This one, tough, makes for a nice pic, with the moon up there.

Cruising north, past Albany. The route will not take us close to any major city, so it is going to be a little boring. Sorry for that!

Hey, look! It's us! Hi, us!

13,000 feet above Hudson Bay...

We left past the afternoon and the sun is starting to set. Eric and Ankit went back to join the others. Apparently they are all having a battle of songs, and Katy is giving free dance lessons to the guys. Yoda surely can dance! Pumpdoc and Puma are with me now. PD telling us lots of anecdotes. Puma can switch from looking mortally serious while talking about some subjects to totally funny in a minute. All this makes the long, boring cruise through barren lands so much funnier!
Those clouds look menacing but oh so beautiful...


The sun sets once again on our trip as we finally turn east at the limits between Canada and Alaska. Time for the Flying Dutchman to turn on its navigation lights!

Well, I spent the whole night trying to find a place to refuel. Of course, there was no suitable airport so I was forced to cheat a little. Let's just say that somwhere during the night we refuelled..ahem! Anyways, it's already morning (we are travelling east, so morning comes really fast as we cross the different time zones) Below us, the deserted lands of northern Groenland.

Finally we can see the British coast! Can you see all those lines in the GPS? Those are boundaries between different flying spaces. British airspace is crowded with hundreds of different zones! Guess these darned Brits can't be happy unless the find a complicated way of doing simple things...

Scottish highlands are right below us. We are almost there!

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Heathrow!
Everybody leaves the plane to enjoy some days touring around London.Meanwhile, I will go look for a small plane to pick up Kay, MG, Muzza and Pablo...they live too close to London and I can't use the A380 to pick them up. So I will probably hire a small plane and bring them all here to meet the rest...Oh yes, Pumpdoc is coming with me because of some bricks he and Pablo are going to get...I hope it is nothing illegal, I wouldn't want Vitantonio's generous family to get involved in anything illegal because of us!

See you soon.