|Quoting longhauler (Reply 25):|
The odd thing is that when the sun shines, Newfoundland is one of the most beautiful places on earth. And the people are legendary.
It is categorically impossible to have a drink alone in a bar in Newfoundland. I used to travel there many times years ago when I worked as a scientist in the pulp and paper industry. If you sat down alone in a bar to nurse a Moosehead, within minutes someone would be chatting with you. They have GOT
to be the friendliest people I ever encountered.
My hairiest flying experience there (as pax; never flew my Beech out there), was landing at Stephenville in a winter storm, in an EPA 737. Short final, absolutely nothing to see outside; I was in the first row and could hear the marker beacon. Next to me was an RCAF pilot with whom I'd bee chatting. Suddenly the engines spooled, and I said to my seat mate "go-around"! He said "naw, just adding power to adjust sink rate". Wanna bet? I won the bet, the captain came on to say he'd lost sight of the field on short final and had to go around. We landed on the second attempt. How is beyond me, I couldn't see beyond the wingtip. And besides visibility, gusty winds and turbulence.