How I flew home
Its Paris - after the flight from Valencia. I was somewhat disorganized - landing at Terminal 2 and going to Terminal 1 to get my boarding pass. As us usual with French security, I spent maybe 10 min with the security folks. This time, though, nothing was confiscated. Here, pulling away from the plane - we thought we were going to leave
Ready to leave
Wrong - it started sleeting
More sleet
So we taxi down to the local de-icing spot
Passing the ghost of Concord
Encountering some traffic
And de-icing
These machines are really neat. The guy in the cockpit moves the nozzle in and out and direct the slow of de-icing solution to the appropriate spot. I saw this in Milan the week before. The French variation is that they did not use a headlight that is adjacent to the nozzle
Hovering
De-icing
A small symphony for de-icers
Leaving
Cargo plane landin
landing
touchdown
Then its our turn - takeoff
at 113 M - we fly over a just-arrived flight
At 4821 M we are climbing. Look at the shadow of the plane near the bottom center of the image.
Climbing more at 5917 M
At the initial cruising altitude - 9087 M
A patch of earth in the carpet of clouds
Traffic going to the left
A different plane in the distance traveling to the right and toward us
Closer
Closer
Snow on the ground
Our wonderful SIA ladies
I woke up briefly and saw lights below - we are somewhere over Pakistan
Back to sleep but a 6 am wakeup call to catch the sunrise. We are flying parallel to the Malaysian coast, over Georgetown, Penang etc. Here are a sequence of photos of the sunrise. As usual, the cloud formations made interesting presentations.
The cloud structures vary
Looked at the altimeter - 11933 meters, which must be 12000 meters, our crusing altitude
Now the sun is fully sticking its head above the horizon. But the clouds - just amazing
Here the sun just touches the engine housing
Approaching Singapore
The waiting tankers are not as many as usual
Crossing the coast
over the canal with the MRT workyard to the right
Another view of the MRT work / storage area
The expressway
Our shadow
and home
C. Frank Starmer