Oh, boy. This leg was pretty stressing on my brain. We enjoy a nice, calm flight, but our destination was IFR as of 10 minutes before we arrived.
All was fine until this bloke comes on the radio and wants to land VFR. I wouldn't mind it, usually, but this wasn't a usual thing. After the first time, he kept saying that he wanted to land VFR, but the calm tower guy kept insisting it was IFR. Repeat for at least 25 times. Poor guy must have gone insane after hearing his destination was IFR while inbound. I bet he doesn't have an IFR licence.
Then, after we land, we turn at the next taxiway, as the ATC commands. Now, before I tell you the rest of the story, I need to point out the taxiway positions. After the first taxiway at runway 27 (The obligatory start-of-the-runway), there's a taxiway about 2500 feet down the runway. That is the runway I went into. Got it? Okay. So we turn onto the taxiway, and we find an IDIOT taxiing into the runway from that taxiway, 2500 feet away from the threshold! Upon seeing him, we had to turn onto the grass (Thank goodness the P.180 is just as manouverable on the ground as it is in the air) to avoid the idiot, who hadn't even slowed down.
And the rest... You'll see.
Leg 14 was from Changi, Singapore (WSSS) to Bali, Indonesia (WRRR). It took 3 hours and 8 minutes to complete, and covered 1046 nautical miles. We had a healthy tailwind, so that's awesome. We settled down in Bali, after a stressful few minutes, and enjoyed the nightlife.
The runway behind us is how much runway we need.
Goodbye Singapore! We'll see you again in a week or two!
Indonesia! Neat.
Bali is in the clouds.
Why, hello there, Misty Mountain.
The runway appears out of the fogtastic fog.
Stupid idiot!
The poor bloke in the Caravan just sat there. I tapped on his glass, he turned to me, and drooled.
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