Pulling up a stool in the hotel bar I ordered my usual Bacardi dark. A rather hasselled sounding American business type was engaged in a heated debate on his cellphone as I sat and looked out the front window at most of Africa parading by outside.
"Blo0dy pilots! you're nothing but trouble!" Slamming down his phone he waved for another drink.
I really could have saved myself a lot of trouble if I'd just shut up, enoyed my drink and let it go! But no ...
"trouble eh?" I asked.
"yeah, damned company plane is broken and our charter pilot just quit! Now I've got to get to Port Harcourt, organise another charter and get back here by tomorrow night to catch a plane to London for a meeting and then New York by the morning after that. Easy!" boy this guy was steamed.
"you don't happen to know where I can get a pilot at short notice do you?"
"Port Harcourt you say? Thats over east on the Delta isn't it?"
"Thats right."
"Well I wasn't actually stopping there but it's not too far off track,I suppose I could drop you off."
He looked like a kid at christmas.
"Thats great, we need to be off early, can you take three people? Myself, hi I'm Tony by the way, and those two over there?" He pointed towards two nearby mountain gorillas that had been moving toward us. I'm 6'3" and fairly solid but these two looked like the front row of a super 14 pack. Each! both in tan slacks and white open collared business shirts they screamed 'Security'.
"These are my 'minders', I call them 'Bill and Ben'. He shrugged apologetically " they're always changing."
The taller of the two came forward. Indicating his partner, "This is Ben and I'm Mike" he said, glancing at Tony.
"Hi Mike" I said " I'm Craig, looks like I'm going to be flying you guys down to Harcourt tomorrow."
We talked for a while about places we'd been and what I'd been doing on my trip so far. It was obviously an impromtu background check and they'd probably have everything verified in triplicate by morning if they were any good at their job, and they looked like they were.
We agreed that I'd meet Mike in the lobby after breakfast while Tony did some early phone calls. Then he and Ben would meet us at the airport.
Turning in I thought "no problems, drop them off, pick up some gas and head for Douala in Cameroon. Be there in time for a late lunch." and promptly fell asleep.
Next day was fine but hazy with a few puffs of Cumulus at about 3000'. A nice day for it. After breakfast we headed for the airport, preflighted and filed the plan 5000ft IFR direct. Tony and Ben eventually joined us and we got underway.

When we were in the cruise Tony sprang his first little surprise on me.

"This is really great of you. The company will reimburse you all expenses of course, and pay for another night in the hotel in Lagos for you tonight, Oh and a full tank of fuel for your next leg."
"Another night in Lagos?" I thought I was just dropping them off!
"Yes, well, by the time we get to Port Harcourt and you take us down to the Delta and back, and then get back to Lagos, it will be nearly dark and I didn't think you'd want to be leaving at night."
Blo0dy heck I thought, now I'm flying a survey as well?
"Well.." I said " A Barons not exactly the best aircraft for doing an aerial survey in, you really want a high wing job for that." Maybe that would put him off.
"Oh thats okay you can use the companys Cessna 210 thats there, that should suit us nicely."
Ben and Mike were exchanging glances in the back and I thought to myself "hmm now just why exactly did that other pilot quit?"
Outside it was getting a bit murky, lots of haze and there were oil wells and gas flares in every direction.
As I was getting busy we didn't talk much more on our way into Harcourt, and on the ground Ben and Tony dissappeared into some offices on 'Business'.
While we waited Mike and I checked out the C210.

It was a pretty 'hard used' aeroplane but seemed to be airworthy and all the relevant documents were in the right places and seemed to be up to date. That made me feel a little better. Mike was a quiet type but seemed quite competent around the aircraft so at least I didn't have to worry about sick passengers.
"You ex military or something are you Mike?"
"Something like that" he replied and left it at that. Obviously not getting anymore I just shrugged and did the preflight while we waited.
Eventually tony reappeared carrying his laptop and a couple of small grab bags which he tossed to Ben and Mike. I didn't think anything of it at the time. We loaded and fired up.
We taxied out, me making a thorough check of the engines and controls while Tony made a thorough pigs ear of trying to fold the map of where he wanted to go. I had my backpack and got Ben to pass over my GPS. Taking the map from a relieved Tony I got him to point out the route and I programmed it in. Apparently just some islands in the Delta area, just swampland and forest, nothing special. 'Background information for head office' he called it.
Yeah right! This had my internal radar pinging overtime. 'just background info for head office' my arsse. They sent an obvious 'suit' half way round the world with two minders in tow just for background info they could have got off google earth? and a laptop that never leaves his side? Hmmm, now I REALLY wanted to see what was out there in the Delta! I should have known better, I should have listened to that little voice, I generally do. But this time I let curiosity get the better.

Departing VFR we levelled for a while at 1500' for Tony to take some photos.

This is oil country but also home to 30 odd million people jammed into some of the poorest slums, living amongst oil spills, gas flares and degradation of the worst sort. Virtually none of the millions of dollars in oil revenue that flows out of this area ever makes it back to those that live here. This has led to rampant corruption theft and increasing violence.
'Barging' is what they call it here. Oil is stolen, syphoned off pipelines into barges and then sailed away to be sold on the black market. The money is used to pay local officials, police and military to look the other way and even to buy weapons and fund revolutionary groups. Some of these groups just break away out of control while others are getting strong and organised, exploding bombs outside refineries and kidnapping workers. If I'd known even half of this beforehand I'd have kept my mouth shut in that bar and been at 10,000ft over the top of this place on my way somewhere else!

Delta country
Instead here we all were, with Tony looking at something on his laptop and motioning for me to go lower. We had been trolling around looking at all sorts of seemingly empty islets and stretches of nothing for about an hour when Tony pointed out the next two he wanted to look at.

Ben was dozing and Mike seemed to have that 'thousand yard stare' as he just looked out the window.
"Can you take us down over that wooded area over there, I think that looks like a good place" said Tony.
"Yeah sure" I replied. This area was made up of several hundred large islands, some mostly mangrove and others with substantial jungle growth. Between each was a tributary of foul looking river dotted with the occasional herd of Hippo.
Passing low over the indicated area tony remarked "Thats funny I thought... never mind, can you swing around for another look and maybe a bit slower this time?"
"Sure why not", we've just looked at half the bl00dy jungle so why not see it twice!
Dropping the gear and a notch of flap I set myself up - and how!

As we passed over the center of the island the tracer rounds burst from the tree tops, flicking past us on all sides. Pushing on full power and a boot full of rudder to try and confuse their aim, I pulled the gear and flap up and pushed forward to pick up speed and get out of there.

I had thought we'd got away with it when three rapid violent thumps shook the aircraft. Almost at once the engine felt like it was trying to shake itself free of the airframe and smoke started billowing back from under the engine cowling and it smelt like it was coming up from under the rudder pedals as well.
Pulling out the throttle eased the vibrations but only marginally, maybe the prop got hit as well? Being already low and with the aircraft obviously dying I looked ahead hoping for somewhere to put us down only to find an unbroken carpet of jungle.

I remember yelling to everyone " This is going to get ugly, belt up tight as you can and hang on!" Then I aimed for what I thought was the thinnest looking patch I could see.
To be continued.........maybe.