Klintbergare?
Postat: 12 mar 2008, 00:01
Klippte detta från en sydafrikansk chatlista. Vad tror ni - är det en vandringssägen, dvs en Klintbergare? Ni kanske t o m har hört den förut?
"Hi everyone,
I had this sent to me from a Zimbabwe friend now living in Auckland.
With very best wishes
Sue
>
>This article also appeared in the SA Financial Mail, in the "Did you
>Hear?" column.
>__________________________________________________________
>
>This is a true story entitled "Choppy Skies - A White-knuckle
>Flight on Air Zimbabwe" by Gaby Plattner. It was published in the
>Chicago Tribune 'Travel Section', for Sunday, June 6, 1999. It seems
>that Plattner was travelling with a backpacking group through Africa
>as they found themselves waiting in Kariba airport for a flight to
>Hwange. The story is picked up at this point....
>
>
>... Our flight was delayed, so we settled down to wait. And wait.
>Three hours later, we were finally told the plane was ready to
>board. Air Zimbabwe bought many of its planes second-hand from other
>airlines, and the one we got into was no exception. Dirty and
>ancient, the mid-size jetliner was clearly one that on one else had
>wanted.
>
>Inside, we settled into the seats with 80 or 90 other passengers and waited.
>And waited some more.
>Finally, the pilot's voice came over the loudspeaker,
>"We're all ready to go, ladies and gentlemen. However, we've been
>waiting for the co-pilot, and he still hasn't arrived. Since we've
>already waited so long, we're just going to be flying without a
>co-pilot today."
>There was a nervous buzz through the cabin. He continued,
>"If any of you feel uncomfortable with this, feel free to disembark
>now and Air Zimbabwe will put you on the next available flight to
>Hwange." Here he paused... "Unfortunately, we are not sure when that
>will be. But rest assured, I have flown this route hundreds of
>times, we have clear blue skies, and there are no foreseeable
>problems."
>
>No one in Plattner's group, doubtful as they may have been, wanted
>to wait any longer at Kariba for a plane that may or may not
>materialize, so they stayed on board for the one-hour flight. Once
>the aircraft reached cruising altitude, the pilot came on the
>loudspeaker again,
>"Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to use the bathroom. I have put
>the plane on auto-pilot and everything will be fine. I just don't
>want you to worry."
>That said, he came out of the cockpit, fastened the door open with a
>rubber band to a hook on the wall. Then he went to the bathroom.
>Plattner continues: Suddenly, we hit a patch of turbulence. Nothing
>much, the cabin just shook a little for a moment. But the rubber
>band snapped off with a loud 'ping' and went sailing down the aisle.
>The door promptly swung shut. A moment later, the pilot came out of
>the bathroom. When he saw the closed door, he stopped cold. I
>watched him from the back and wondered what was wrong. The
>stewardess came running up, and together they both tried to open the
>door. But it wouldn't budge. It slowly dawned on me that our pilot
>was locked out of the cockpit. Cockpit doors lock automatically from
>the inside to prevent terorists from entering. Without a co-pilot,
>there was no one to open the door from the inside.
>
>By now, the rest of the passengers had become aware of the problem,
>and we watched the pilot, horrified. What would he do? After a
>moment of contemplation, the pilot hurried to the back of the plane.
>He returned holding a big axe.
>
>Without ceremony, he proceeded to chop down the cockpit door. We
>were rooted to our seats as we watched him.
>
>Once he managed to chop a hole in the door, he reached inside,
>unlocked the door, and let himself back in. Then he came on the
>loudspeaker, his voice a little shakier this time than before,
>"Ah, ladies and gentlemen, we just had a little problem there, but
>everything is fine now. We have plans to cover every eventuality,
>even pilots getting locked out of their cockpits. So relax and enjoy
>the rest of the flight!"
Mvh/Thomas Å
"Hi everyone,
I had this sent to me from a Zimbabwe friend now living in Auckland.
With very best wishes
Sue
>
>This article also appeared in the SA Financial Mail, in the "Did you
>Hear?" column.
>__________________________________________________________
>
>This is a true story entitled "Choppy Skies - A White-knuckle
>Flight on Air Zimbabwe" by Gaby Plattner. It was published in the
>Chicago Tribune 'Travel Section', for Sunday, June 6, 1999. It seems
>that Plattner was travelling with a backpacking group through Africa
>as they found themselves waiting in Kariba airport for a flight to
>Hwange. The story is picked up at this point....
>
>
>... Our flight was delayed, so we settled down to wait. And wait.
>Three hours later, we were finally told the plane was ready to
>board. Air Zimbabwe bought many of its planes second-hand from other
>airlines, and the one we got into was no exception. Dirty and
>ancient, the mid-size jetliner was clearly one that on one else had
>wanted.
>
>Inside, we settled into the seats with 80 or 90 other passengers and waited.
>And waited some more.
>Finally, the pilot's voice came over the loudspeaker,
>"We're all ready to go, ladies and gentlemen. However, we've been
>waiting for the co-pilot, and he still hasn't arrived. Since we've
>already waited so long, we're just going to be flying without a
>co-pilot today."
>There was a nervous buzz through the cabin. He continued,
>"If any of you feel uncomfortable with this, feel free to disembark
>now and Air Zimbabwe will put you on the next available flight to
>Hwange." Here he paused... "Unfortunately, we are not sure when that
>will be. But rest assured, I have flown this route hundreds of
>times, we have clear blue skies, and there are no foreseeable
>problems."
>
>No one in Plattner's group, doubtful as they may have been, wanted
>to wait any longer at Kariba for a plane that may or may not
>materialize, so they stayed on board for the one-hour flight. Once
>the aircraft reached cruising altitude, the pilot came on the
>loudspeaker again,
>"Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to use the bathroom. I have put
>the plane on auto-pilot and everything will be fine. I just don't
>want you to worry."
>That said, he came out of the cockpit, fastened the door open with a
>rubber band to a hook on the wall. Then he went to the bathroom.
>Plattner continues: Suddenly, we hit a patch of turbulence. Nothing
>much, the cabin just shook a little for a moment. But the rubber
>band snapped off with a loud 'ping' and went sailing down the aisle.
>The door promptly swung shut. A moment later, the pilot came out of
>the bathroom. When he saw the closed door, he stopped cold. I
>watched him from the back and wondered what was wrong. The
>stewardess came running up, and together they both tried to open the
>door. But it wouldn't budge. It slowly dawned on me that our pilot
>was locked out of the cockpit. Cockpit doors lock automatically from
>the inside to prevent terorists from entering. Without a co-pilot,
>there was no one to open the door from the inside.
>
>By now, the rest of the passengers had become aware of the problem,
>and we watched the pilot, horrified. What would he do? After a
>moment of contemplation, the pilot hurried to the back of the plane.
>He returned holding a big axe.
>
>Without ceremony, he proceeded to chop down the cockpit door. We
>were rooted to our seats as we watched him.
>
>Once he managed to chop a hole in the door, he reached inside,
>unlocked the door, and let himself back in. Then he came on the
>loudspeaker, his voice a little shakier this time than before,
>"Ah, ladies and gentlemen, we just had a little problem there, but
>everything is fine now. We have plans to cover every eventuality,
>even pilots getting locked out of their cockpits. So relax and enjoy
>the rest of the flight!"
Mvh/Thomas Å
