Four Hours, No Toilet, And Everyone's On The Piss | FIFO Flight Yarns

A 22 seater fixed wing, four hours, no toilet, and you can't stand up in it. That was the ride home every swing.

So the boys would hit the bottle-o before the hangar, sink tins waiting for the plane, keep going once they were on it, and bring an empty Gatorade bottle for the obvious reason. One bloke had about six beers after a ten hour shift, filled his bottle, and kept going. The plane sits on a slight angle. Everyone's in boots so nobody notices. The admin lady up the front had her shoes off.

That's the flight they got banned from drinking on. They drank anyway.

Then the other one. They flew directly into one of the biggest dust storms in New South Wales history, dropped what Zak reckons was a thousand feet in one hit, and the bloke next to him wasn't belted in. Zak watched him go into the roof and stay there. He watched the pilots come out of their seats. He rang his mum. Fifteen minutes of it, a crosswind landing at 45 degrees, a go around straight back into it, and a pilot of 35 years standing on the tarmac afterwards saying that was the worst turbulence he'd ever experienced and he thought they were dead.

Cheers, cunt. So did we.

Which is why the episode ends where it does. When they tell you to belt up, it isn't because they're wankers.

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