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The island is called Pulau Mules, and the guide book says it’s well known for its colourful massacres of visiting foreign helicopter pilots.
The first beach we came to seemed just about wide enough, and we landed, leaving the engine running for long enough to check that we were alone. The helicopter sank deep into the glassy sand, leaving the tail within inches of a swirl of brilliant white shells.
Slowly and carefully, we transferred the fuel from the barrels of fuel from Waingapu. Either the island was deserted, or the locals here were more timid. There were all sorts of eerie crackling noises in the bushes that came down close to the edge of the beach, but no actual sign of anyone.
I was just waiting for a dart from a blowpipe in my back.
It was hot, humid, and oddly quiet. The helicopter’s engine ticked quietly as it cooled down, and the sea shells rattled occasionally as the gentle waves melted onto them. I took some video, and we left quickly.
Welcome to UniformKilo.com.
This website is all about sharing the fun of learning to fly helicopters, a life-long process, and the sometimes extreme adventures you can have in them.
The site is named after the callsign of my favourite ever helicopter, the Robinson R44 G-BXUK.
I've posted some video of flying that I've done, and some of the best instruction videos I've found from around the world.
It will eventually include every aspect of helicopter training.
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I'm a helicopter instructor, and I have been flying since 1984.
First fixed wing, at Biggin Hill and Peterborough Conington, flying mainly Cessna 152s and AA5As.
Then in the 1980s the R22 came along, and I saw the... 