| After two
months in rainy and cold England, I was shipped off to my first basing,
Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic. Although my stay in the
Dominican Republic amounted to no more than a few short weeks, it provided
my initial taste of the ex-pat lifestyle. Our accommodation was lavish
and right on the beach in Boca Chica about ½ hour outside of Santo
Domingo.
The flying
with Aeromar Líneas Aéreas Dominicanas was easy: mostly daytime
turnarounds to JFK in New York and the occasional evening flight to Miami.
Most days we went to “work” at 08:00 and returned by 16:30.
Just in time to enjoy the beautiful sunset and happy hour at the beachfront
bar. On a few of my “days off”, I would while away the day
windsurfing, swimming and taking in the sights of Santo Domingo.
At night, the crews would socialize at the beachfront bar or at some of
the local establishments. During these early days, I would kick back
with an ice cold “Presidente” making new friends and thinking to
myself, “I could get used to this kind of life.”
Riding The
Southern Winds To The End Of The Earth
Shortly after
my arrival in the Dominican Republic, I was presented with another opportunity:
a request from Air Atlanta to fly out of Buenos Aires. At first,
the request made me just a wee bit apprehensive and a little anxious.
I was beginning to realize this job was taking me farther and farther from
home. And farther and farther outside of my “comfort zone.”
This was something that I had not expected. I had never really given
much thought of traveling to South America, let alone, working from another
continent. Most of my past thoughts on working in another country
were daydreams and “flights of fancy.” After a little bit
of thought, I figured: “What the heck! What do I have to lose?
I’ll give it a few short months and if I like it I will stay. If
not, I will request a basing closer to home.” Little did I realize
at the time, that my apprehension and fears would prove to be unfounded
and my venture south into Argentina would change my life in a way I could
never have imagined!
Consequently,
in May 2003, I checked out of my beachfront accommodation and departed
the sun drenched Dominican Republic for Argentina. After a short
hop over to Miami, I boarded an Aerolineas Argentinas flight bound for
Buenos Aires. My first taste of Argentina was a surprise considering
what I had been used to in North America. I was traveling in my uniform
and the Commander of the flight, quite unexpectedly, greeted me personally
and offered me a seat in First Class. This was a small and unexpected
pleasure and one of many instances of the good will and gracious nature
of the Argentine people that I would experience over the coming year.
As the flight
lifted off, I began to relax and gradually fell into a fitful sleep dreaming
of the days to come. After eight hours, the A340 arrived to a gray
autumn dawn in Buenos Aires. I thanked the Captain for the flight
and headed out to the front of the terminal to meet my party.
My first morning
in Buenos Aires was an eye opening experience, but one that I got used
to very quickly. Ragnar, the Icelandic Station Manager had been awaiting
my arrival and he ushered me to an awaiting taxi warning me that the taxi
ride would be hair raising. I was a little sleepy as it was still
early in the morning and I was more interested in the yellow and black
Renault and Peugeot taxis awaiting their fares. The taxis all seem
to be in varying states of disrepair, held together by pieces of string,
duct tape or anything that was available. As our taxi accelerated
away from the airport at breakneck speed, all I could think of was “…
what the hell have I got myself into.” The 30 minute drive into
downtown Buenos Aires can best be described as driving in a Formula 1 race.
The drivers all seemed to be well trained in the fine art of lane changing
without signaling, their fingers flicking the high beams like a machine
gun, theoretically alerting unwary motorists and unsuspecting pedestrians
to the proximity of the speeding projectile. “Reckless fools,
I mean, eh, the taxi” I thought. Despite the early hour, by the
time I reached the hotel and surgically removed my hand from the “dear
jesus” handle, I was wide awake. And so it was through this twist of
fate, I joined a ragtag group of expatriate pilots and flight attendants
in Buenos Aires. Over the next few days, I met my colleagues and
I found them to come from an unlikely mixture of nationalities: Canada,
America, Iceland, Oz, Belgium, Holland, Austria and Argentina.
Buenos Aires
or BA, as it is known amongst my peers, is the main base of operations
for Southern Winds. International flights depart from Ezeiza Aeropuerto
Internacional, west of the city; whereas, the domestic flights depart from
downtown Jorge Newberry. The Southern Winds head office is situated
800 km to the west in a city I would come to know very fondly – Córdoba.
At present, Southern Winds fly to Madrid and Miami (though this flight
is on hold for the moment). Southern Winds flights departing
BA for Madrid navigate over 10,000 km of jungle and open ocean before reaching
their destination. In the heydays of aviation, a company by the name
of British South American Airways operated a passenger and cargo service
that originated in Southampton, England and terminated in Santiago, Chile.
BSAA operated a weekly flight and made stops in places as exotic as Faro,
the Cape Verde Islands, Dakar, Natal, Rio de Janeiro, Montevideo, Buenos
Aires, Córdoba and finally Santiago. In those days, the flights
would take up to one week to complete the route, before returning home.
Looking back, this era is steeped in history and was fraught with hazards
that are not existent to this day. Today, using modern B767-300s,
Southern Winds completes the Buenos Aires to Madrid flight in about 12
hours and the return in about 13 ½ hours.
On my first
flight from Buenos Aires, I was tasked to fly with a new First Officer
(co-pilot to the rest of you laymen). It was a routine flight
from Buenos Aires to Miami, about nine hours flying time. Even though
I had never flown the route before, I was looking forward to meeting my
crew and operating the flight. Flying is almost always something
new and something challenging. It is never the same. Even after
22 years, I still get a thrill when I strap myself into the pilot seat
and listen to the engine’s spool up, singing their starting song.
When the cabin has been secured and we are all ready, we line up on the
runway and I push forward the thrust levers. My senses come alive
as the heavily laden aircraft begins to accelerate. It is an indescribable
feeling as slowly but surely I rotate the nose skyward and the aircraft
lifts off.
I can still
remember that first May flight to Miami. We had settled back into
our normal routine and gradually, as the flight progressed northwards,
we passed over the peaks of the Andes and the dark expanse of the Amazon
Jungle. I can recall looking out at the night sky and thinking how
much more vivid the stars seemed at this altitude. You almost felt
like you were floating in a void. For the first time, I gazed at
the Southern Cross. You could not help but think how we are all so
small and insignificant. For me, right there and then, I understood
for the first time that fate had brought me to where I am today.
Coming to Argentina was the best decision I had made in my life.
The sacrifices have all been worthwhile. Actually, it wasn’t really
a sacrifice. I had escaped the excesses of North America, even just
for a short time, and now I was living my dreams. Even a few of my
close expatriate friends understand my thinking. They know exactly
what I mean.
Over the coming
months, I took advantage of every possibility to experience this beautiful
land called Argentina. To say I was to become captivated by the people
and the country would be a gross understatement. I fell in love with
Argentina.
Land Of
Fire And Ice – Tierra del Fuego
So here I am
in Argentina, literally at the “Ends of the Earth.” The country
is located in the Southern Hemisphere oriented in a north-south direction
at the foot of the South American continent. When I arrived in May,
the country was in late autumn and heading into winter. In comparison
to the Northern Hemisphere, the seasons are reversed. Nonetheless,
Argentina experiences a variation in climates varying from tropical rain
forests in the north to sub-arctic in the south. In the central and
eastern regions, the country has rich agricultural regions known as the
Pampas and in the west you have the stunning mountainous lake regions.
In addition, the wine growing regions along the foothills of the Andes
have been known to produce the finest wines in the world. At times
over the last year, I couldn’t believe I was in South America. What
I didn’t realize before I came down to this part of the world is that Argentina
is one of the most beautiful countries on this fragile planet. Case
in point: the south-western town of Bariloche is known as “Little Switzerland”
renowned for its stunning lakes and mountain scenery. Furthermore,
Buenos Aires has been referred to as the “Paris of South America”
for its grandiose architecture, fine restaurants and magnificent barrios
(neighborhoods). And who can forget the beef: the best in
the world – no words can describe the taste – exquisite would be an understatement.
Just thinking about it right now, makes my mouth water.
For me, living
in Argentina has been a time of discovery and reflection. My down
time has allowed me the opportunity to travel throughout the country, courtesy
of a tacit jump seat agreement – a sort of gentleman’s agreement.
This tacit contract allows a Captain to invite another pilot onto his flight,
free of the encumbrances of ticketing and check-in. Of course, a
specific protocol must be followed. From my experience, it was plain
to see respect for the pilot profession in Argentina is very much alive
and well. A Captain is still addressed as “Captain.”
Last July,
courtesy of a generous Aerolineas Captain, I traveled 3,080 km from BA
to the southernmost inhabited city on the planet, Ushuaia. Tierra
del Fuego is not what I had expected. I had expected a cold barren
landscape. Instead, I found Ushuaia, a town of 40,000 inhabitants,
nestled in a small bay surrounded by snow capped peaks. To say this
region is beautiful is not doing it justice. You have to see it to
believe it. While I was there, I was treated to sunny weather and
a temperature hovering around 5-8ºc during the day. Although,
the region receives its share of bad weather, the temperature rarely drops
below -10ºc during the winter months. The temperature is moderated
by the proximity to the South Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.
Ushuaia and
Tierra del Fuego has much to offer for the adventurous and for the historian.
During my excursion to Ushuaia, I had been particularly interested in finding
out more about the local aviation history. As it turns out, the region
has a fascinating aviation history. I discovered the local flying
club in the midst of a meticulous restoration of a derelict DC3.
The DC3 Dakota or Dak as we call it in aviation lingo spent some of its
early years in Canada with several different airlines. Ultimately,
the old Dak somehow found its way to Argentina. The Dak spent its
final years flying coastal patrols with the Argentine Navy, before being
retired to the Aero Club Ushuaia. I found out that, in due course,
the old workhorse will be placed on static display at the Ushuaia Airport,
a reminder of a bygone era. Coincidentally, a few weeks later, I
discovered that one of our Argentine pilots, Carlos Albarracin, used to
pilot the old Dak while serving in the Argentine Navy. He had many
fond memories of his days at the controls of the Dak, quite a contrast
to his present day position flying the wide body 767-300. In addition,
I discovered that Ushuaia has played host to the supersonic Concorde on
two separate occasions. As well, a Tower Air 747 was the first jumbo
jet to visit this remote outpost. Several years ago, the government
had the foresight to construct a 2800 m runway 07-25 capable of handling
the big jets, and as a means to promote tourism to Tierra del Fuego and
to the Antarctic Continent. As a result, cruise ships now call in
regularly to Ushuaia. During the austral summer, the cruise ships
navigate high paying tourists on eco-tours to Antarctica.
Expats And
Friends
One of the
most enjoyable parts of my journey has been developing a new circle of
friends in Argentina and within Air Atlanta. At last count, there
were 34 different nationalities working for this company. Behind
the different faces and histories, it’s amazing how much we share in common.
In general, no matter where you go, you are respected and people bend over
backwards to welcome you with open arms. They are even quite happy
to try out their English on you. At first it is difficult for a westerner
to leap the language and culture barrier and initially, you remain more
detached. It is not that an iron wall separates us. There is in fact
a good deal of friendliness and pleasure in making new acquaintances.
Eventually, after a short period of time, and a little effort, those barriers
are overcome. Friendships blossom and you become part of this new
world and new life.
When I first
arrived, I couldn’t help being drawn in by this wonderful country.
The people have made my experience in Argentina something I will never
forget. In my opinion, the Argentines are the most gracious, affectionate
people I have met in my entire life. They could teach the so-called
western world a thing or two about living. Friendship and respect
are two words that come to mind when I think of my Argentine friends and
colleagues. It would be difficult not to fall in love with Argentina.
Places such as Buenos Aires, Ushuaia, Córdoba, Villa General Belgrano,
Santa Rosa de Calamuchita, Carlos Páz, Iguazú, San Luis and
Mendoza will remain with me for a long time and some of my new friends
will be a part of my life for a long time to come. Certainly forever.
Flying in Argentina
has been one of the most gratifying personal experiences of my life.
The experience has allowed me to rethink my future goals and it has provided
me with memories of friendships that will last a lifetime. And so
it is. For the foreseeable future, I will continue my journey with
Air Atlanta and perhaps, just perhaps, one day I will find my place in
the world. When I decide, Argentina will certainly be number one
on my list.
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