Flying takes on a whole new angle when you fly with someone that is not aware really of what is going on when it happens. It can be quite cute or endearing.
You recall KP and Rethom came flying with me a week ago? Well it was awesome but KP had loads of questions, one of which was, “What’s those words you keep saying when you are flying around talking to the other people, Mumba Bumba Paa?”. I had no clue what she was talking about. Eventually after some debate I figured out what she was describing…
When flying we obviously talk in phonetic alphabet. Alpha Bravo Charlie Delta etc. The aircraft I was flying that day has the registration ZS-MBP. We refer only to the second bit MBP. So when making fast calls in and out I was repeating regularly, Mike Bravo Pappa which was then misunderstood as Mumba Bumba Paa.
Ever since, we have joked about flying with this new name and today we went for another Mumba Bumba! That almost sounds a bit Mile Highish :-p
The flight was so kewl. 4 up. Me, KP, LNELL and Butt. We went east this time towards Port Alfred and saw a fabulous school of dolphins.
Maybe my last flight for a bit. 
