We didn’t drive to the airport – it was more sliding than driving.  The rain poured down as we arrived at the muddy bush runway.  I guess the only good thing about a runway in the bush is that there is no check-in point, no baggage control or security checks. I didn’t even have to take of the belt and all the other goodies but we did get rid of our muddy shoes before we embarked the plane.  As I have been converted to small fixed wing aircraft, by now I still had a slight peep at the muddy runway and wondered how we are going to get the plain to accelerate on this mud – and not get stuck. Can you actually push a plane to get going?  Luckily some pastors in my short lifespan taught me to walk in faith and not in sight!  I kinda needed that today.

It was a lot of slipping and sliding again to get the aircraft up in the air but once we were up and through the clouds the sugar cane fields of Marromeu seemed very distant and disappeared even quicker.  We were on our way back to Chimoio and I could hardly believe what I have experienced the last few days between the Sena people of the Delta.  I was changed …. and I believe they were too!
Leaving the Delta with a tear in the eye!
I felt like a pilot myself – in only my second flight in a small aircraft.  6 500 m up in the air at 280 km/h and right on track to head back home according to the GPS.

And this photo is dedicated to Paul Middleton and all the other bush pilots who fly us just about anywhere in the bush as long as they can land.
Arriving in Chimoio with nearly clear skies.
Chimoio – a big place and about 90 km from home.  The runway at the base is still under construction so we had to land at the Chimoio airport. 
Another successful landing at the Chimoio airport. 
This is how a ‘rally plane’ looks like after spinning and taking of at the Marromeu muddy airstrip. 
The day has taken its toll!  Not sure why the pilots were so tired – I felt fine and energized …. lol!