An adventure like this is always going to have "peaks and troughs", so after yesterday we were bound for a rough ride.

The lessons on Nav finished today, the wonderful world of plotting and flight calculations - with half of the class just about "getting it" and the rest clueless.

Sheer weight of information is now getting everyone down. We have now completed the classes for three massive subjects, yet are still to complete any tests. We must each have a Student Pilot Licence before we can. Us RIAT/FSD guys are having to wait longer because of the medical mess up and good old bureaucracy. We were due to be granted them on Thursday.

Met up with Andrew for the day's sortie. I admitted my guilt of not pushing for yesterday's sortie, and he responded that because of my lack of strength, I may not be able to achieve a PPL. This is obviously another major blow to my objective, but admittedly; in strong winds, I have had difficulty. The irony being that if I were flying a more advanced/expensive aircraft with hydraulic controls (like power steering on a car), it'd be a sinch.

We all met for dinner, and apathy was rife. We all got fed up with the same old food, same old routine, and constant pressure. After, we talked ourselves into going down town and having a quiet one. So me, Steve, Paul and Waldo (pictured) all piled into Neale's truck.

After about half an hour of driving round PA, trying to find somewhere at least populated. We settled for "Oddfellows", a British-owned/run bar. After a few rounds, the place got busier and some amps and PAs were brought in. Soon the place was packed out with people, some gorgeous, some grumpy, and some down right confrontational! The karaoke started and the place was buzzing. After way too many more beers, we eventually left and returned to 43 and to bed.