Well what a couple of months the last few have been! Julie and I had spent a good week around Singapore “doing†the touristy bits – Raffles for cocktails, out on the beach at Sentosa, the shops along Orchard road and a night at the Casino to name but a few. Then it was time for her to head home to Auckland for a while. So I arranged a weather and notam brief for myself and headed for the airport for her to catch the Singapore airlines flight home. I could then head over to the aircraft and get away at first light. The weather was pretty warm but being predawn it wasn’t the stifling weight that it would become later. At least it wasn’t raining!
TGY was gassed up and the preflight went okay, nothing unusual or suspicious and everything opened, closed or twisted in the way that it should. Permission was granted for a start to warm the engines and load the flight plan – I had a spot at the Budget Terminal over near the SATS Inflight Catering Centre 1 building and it was only going to be a shortish taxi out the hold for 02R.
“Zulu Kilo Tango Golf Yankee taxi for holding position Echo one zero for runway zero two right via lima five lima eight and taxiway echo papa.†Reading back the taxi route I double checked it against my chart and released brakes – underway again.
“Zulu Kilo Tango Golf Yankee hold at lima eight, give way to the boeing triple seven on your left.â€
“Zulu Golf Yankee holding lima eight and giving way†I replied while thinking ‘Ya think!?’ the blazing taxi light flooding the cockpit was a bit of a giveaway really!
“… airlines 347 we are ready immediate and can take echo eight departure if available?†came the call. This guy was eager to get away.
“roger contact tower now 118.6â€
“Tower on 18.6 roger.â€
He must have received an immediate roll because as he passed me and swung into Echo 8 he was already pushing up the power! Tango Golf Yankee started to rock a bit in the jet blast then suddenly there was a loud bang and thump against the fuselage just behind my head and the vibrations started!
It felt like she was trying to shake herself apart. I glanced at the engine gauges but they were not too far out of range but hard to read so I pulled both throttles back to idle which eased things slightly. The thump had been on the left so I pulled the mixture back to the stop and as the engine cut the vibrations died right away to the normal feeling of the engine on the other side.
Looking out at the left engine I couldn’t believe what I saw! About 6 inches ( that’s about 150mm for you younger ones!) was missing from one blade and another had a great big divot in one side. Twisting around in my seat I could see the threaded end of a bolt sticking in through the sidewall of the cabin! It must have been thrown up by the jet blast into the props and then deflected into the aircraft.
“Bugger!â€
Contacting ATC I got a clearance to taxi back to the ramp and arranged for them to contact the Airport Authority and to file the incident report. This was not going to be a quick fix and there would be insurance and all sorts involved!
Well I was right about that as it happened! It was going to be a couple of months including repairs to the fuselage, replacement prop blades, a complete strip down of the engine to check for damage and a check on the wing and engine attachments for cracking as well due to the vibrations. As for the price well that was being argued over by the airline, the airport authority and all the insurance agencies involved. At least for once I was the innocent party!
What to do I thought. Well why not reschedule another trip we had planned to take later. I emailed Julie and told her to pack some things and that I was on my way and we were going to take that trip up to Rarotonga that I’d promised her.
A few days later I was back in Auckland on a commercial flight this time. A quick turn around and we were on our way, folded into the - oh so uncomfortable - back of an Air New Zealand skoda (A320) on our way to a sunny tropical holiday.
Yeah right! Pissing with rain it was as we ran across the tarmac to the arrivals shed – sorry – terminal!

Never mind – we decided to enjoy ourselves anyway! The coach dropped us off at the ‘Little Polynesian’ resort where we dropped our bags and settled in.

next day we hired the motor scooter and sat the obligatory Cook Island drivers licence before setting out to explore. Plenty of time was spent swimming and then there was the day trip safari around and across the island, which I whole heartedly recommend. Great fun thanks Mr Hopeless (our driver).
After 5 days we caught the S340 of Air Rarotonga up to Aitutaki for 4 nights of paradise!



Staying at the 5 star Pacific resort hotel.


Of everywhere I had been on the world trip so far, this is where I would come back to settle if I had the chance! The weather was great, the scenery idilic, the locals friendly and no stress at all.

Superb meals by night and lagoon cruising during the day – what a life!.

Indeed the only real downer of the whole trip was that we had to come back.

But we did have to so it was back to Raro for a last evening watching the sun go down over some beers at Trader Jacks before getting on a B767 back to Auckland.
A couple of weeks were spent clearing up some bills and checking in with friends before I headed back up to Singapore to continue the tour. Hopefully the second attempt will be more successful!
Totals - this leg lots and lots and lots but none that count!