See <A target="_blank" HREF=http://www.boston.com/travel/articles/2004/07/04/where_in_the_world_are_we/>HERE</A>, and the following quote I've copied from a posting by Russell yesterday on the CWBB site:
"Problems arise when people equipped with all the electronic paraphernalia never learn how to use it, according to Steven Winkler, senior captain of Sea Tow Boston. Of the 800 calls for help Winkler and his associates respond to each season, about 100 of them involve lost souls who don't know how to use the gear aboard, and either can't read a chart, or don't have one. The federal government has a relatively new designation -- Electronically Aided Groundings -- for some of these boat owners who end up on the rocks or aground in too-shallow water. They knew where they were, they knew where they wanted to go, but they did not check what lay between."
Don't laugh- the largest cause of all aircraft accidents (not just big commercials ) is CFIT - controlled flight into terrain. No problems, not out of control, just a loss of situational awareness and / or actually lost and bang
A nation that can get Iraq and Iran confused has no chance when it comes to local geography. As far as they were concerned they were landing somewhere in Europe which is a place somewhere east of the US. I'm surprised they found Europe !!!!!!
In the old days of the Royal Aircraft Establishment, I used to be a member of their gliding club. We used the runways for car tow when the field was closed at weekends. We used to keep a radio at the launch point tuned in to the Blackbushe frequency.
The flying school at Fairoaks used to use Blackbushe as a destination for first solo cross-countries. On many occasions we've heard pilots call finals, and then heard Blackbushe say "Can you see a large black hangar on your right?" "Yes" "Just behind the control tower?" "Yes" "That's not Blackbushe, that's Farnborough!" "Oh Christ!" Followed by the noise of a throttle being opened as a light aircraft flew past.
I used to belong to the gliding school at RAF St Athan in South Wales whilst I was an ATC cadet. Not far from Cardiff Airport. When flying at weekends, one of the dire duties that everyone took turns at was manning the control tower, and listening to radio traffic. There was a direct link to Cardiff airport. I don't dare repeat some of the communications between!
On Radio4's PM prog last night they interviewd the publican whose pub backs on to the small airport the B52 displayed at. He'd served in the military with Americans and he reckoned the pilots did pretty well to find England /forums/images/icons/smile.gif
Tony C.
<hr width=100% size=1>There are 10 kinds of people, those who understand binary and those who don't.
WHen I was I teenager (no, I'm not going to admit how long ago that was), The Graham Park Estate in NW London was still Hendon Aerodrome.
A yank landed a 4 engined turboprop (DC6B?) there, and the first he knew anything was wrong was when he saw the end of the runway coming up a lot faster than it was supposed to. I think he blew out every tyre stopping the thing
The big white crosses on the ends of the runways hadn't fazed him at all!
It took a couple of weeks to strip out enough kit for it to be able to fly out.
I can remember at Cardiff airport, back when it was simply Rhoose airport, and one of the airlines realised there was money to be made in flying Irish fans in for Rugby matches in Cardiff. They wanted to use a 747, but weren't entirely sure if the runway was long enough - so they stripped one out to try it.
It worked, both stripped out, and then with progressively laden test trips (bet that first pilot was a bit sweaty palmed though!)
It wasn't long after, that a pilot put the nose of a 747 (I think) through the windows of the terminal while taxi-ing in. Ooops!