Saturday, April 25, 2009

Helicopters in Papua New Guinea.

If I was a romance writer, I would write an autobiography. I would be a beautiful, frail and tender heroine, lost in the mountainous jungle of Papua New Guinea. This handsome hunk of a chopper pilot comes down and swoop me up to the skies.

Alas, there was no such luck for me, nor was there any for the pilot. He was ferrying the water engineer and his mates.

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