Beppe Rijs
"Find your Life-Vest under each Seat"
Crash landing instead of after work:
In Hornafjörður they delivered equipment for the nearby radar station in Stokksnes. Now, defying the winter storms, they rock anxiously in their Skytrain towards the end of the day. But nothing comes of it: Suddenly, the freighter's two Wright radial engines begin to stutter ominously. The carburetors are freezing! The hum of the engines subsides, ends in a wild rattle, until it is finally completely swallowed by the rustling of the airstream. An unreal silence breaks through. Wicke and Fletcher desperately try to restart the engines. Without success. When they emerge from the clouds at a height of almost 800 meters, it becomes clear to them that they will not get as far as Keflavik. You have to make an emergency landing. But where? The area here is anything but inviting - cold lava, stones, rocks. Death also lurks next door in the whipped sea. Shatter or drown? It doesn't matter. But what is this? A beach? Yes indeed. It has to work out here!
Source and Story by:
www.flugrevue.de/klassiker/verloren-in-island-das-flugzeu...
Translated from German to English by Google Translator, checked by Bepsie Bepps ;-))
- Beppe -
"Find your Life-Vest under each Seat"
Crash landing instead of after work:
In Hornafjörður they delivered equipment for the nearby radar station in Stokksnes. Now, defying the winter storms, they rock anxiously in their Skytrain towards the end of the day. But nothing comes of it: Suddenly, the freighter's two Wright radial engines begin to stutter ominously. The carburetors are freezing! The hum of the engines subsides, ends in a wild rattle, until it is finally completely swallowed by the rustling of the airstream. An unreal silence breaks through. Wicke and Fletcher desperately try to restart the engines. Without success. When they emerge from the clouds at a height of almost 800 meters, it becomes clear to them that they will not get as far as Keflavik. You have to make an emergency landing. But where? The area here is anything but inviting - cold lava, stones, rocks. Death also lurks next door in the whipped sea. Shatter or drown? It doesn't matter. But what is this? A beach? Yes indeed. It has to work out here!
Source and Story by:
www.flugrevue.de/klassiker/verloren-in-island-das-flugzeu...
Translated from German to English by Google Translator, checked by Bepsie Bepps ;-))
- Beppe -