The story was that this lady way up in Mozambique had been getting progressivly more ill over the previous two weeks and had got to the stage where she needed to be bought out for some urgent medical attention. It would be unprofessional of us to say what her problem was but let's just say that we were advised to take a large bucket and a lid with us!
We didn't actually get the permit and the go-ahead till 21:00 on Friday evening so it was a bit of a rush to get ready for 05:30 the next morning. Saturday dawned dull and foggy so we were a little late taking off from the farm and had to do an instrument approach into the internatiuonal airport only 8 miles away. On the way one of the engines began running a bit too rough for our liking and so we left the plane there and drove back to get the other aircraft. To cut a long stoy short, we finally left 3 hours later that we had planned.
The weather in Moz was good and we flew over some interesting scenery near the coast on the way up to Beira.
So, over 1600 miles (2600 km) and 10 hours of flying but not one bike wheel turned in anger.