Good evening.
Roger here again.
Well, I finally left Hokkaido after a most pleasurable time.
Javed, (a trained pilot) and I set off in fine clear weather at 0800 hours bound for our native Bhopal.
We were again accompanied by an escort craft flown by the seasoned and sober pilot named "Bruce" (from Sydney.) We remain indebted to him for taking time out from his busy Parramatta warehouse business to accompany us and take so many fine, fine photographs.
Our trip would take us from Hokkaido, Japan around Burma up through the islands, around the Cape of Good Horn and finally on to Bhopal. We would land for refuelling twice. And yes, Javed does have experience landing as well as taking off, if you please.
Rain on the horizon.
Luckily our windows have glass.
"Bhopal? Head north-east due east by 180 latitude east, Javed."
Over Hokkaido now. Javed's "did you see a yeti yet?" jokes soon grew tiresome.
So beautiful. It looks even more unreal than when we arrived.
The horizon is a straight line in this photo.
I wonder if the sun is flat too?
Graphic equalizers! Luckily, I have brought my Steven Miller Band cassette tape.
About to round the Cape of Good Hope.
"Cape of Good Cock" is such a stupid joke, Javed.
Of course loquat sherry requires fermentation, Javed.
We're not savages. 
"No Javed, that is not Fiji."
Turbulence over Burma. Spilled piping hot Japanese snot soup
all over Javed's genitals. Language, Javed, language!
Crumbs. Who knew Burma was so close to Belgium.
Off the coast of the Belgian Congo now.
I wonder if Kampahla's offer of a 2-goat dowry still stands.
The Belgian Congo looks bigger the closer you get.
"Runway #86 cleared for landing."
Our plane taking off the next day.
You have heard of the song "I left my heart in San Francisco"?
Well, I left my Steven Miller Band cassette tape in the Belgian Congo motel room.
Bother.
Another quite heated discussion between Javed and I as to
whether this particular island resembled the boot of Italy.
Or course not, Javed. It is high tide now.
Javed's blasted marijuana cigarettes. Surely that
refuelling station I see in the sky cannot be real.....
"Javed. This odometer does not say 33,000 feet."
Hello, sunny Bhopal!
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