Nice job and reports guys!
My, ahem, “adventure” only continues.
This was to be the most challenging leg of my journey, from the easternmost point of South America to Luanda, over 2500NM long…all wet.
Well, it was challenging. But not for the reasons I thought.
My plan was to apply something I had read on the A2A forums in order to maximize my range. I would climb to an initial cruising altitude with a level pitch attitude of no more than 1 deg NU. I would remain at that altitude until the autopilot required 1 deg ND to hold the altitude at the recommended setting of 40in Manifold Pressure. I would then step climb up and repeat the process. This went against the grain of my jet brain which wanted to climb to the moronosphere as soon as I could but, sounding like a poor man’s version of AOA flying, I thought I’d give it a try.
Besides, I didn’t have any better idea.
I would also take off in the evening. This way I would arrive early morning and not have to muck around in the dark trying to find the airport with only a VOR/NDB.
Remember that part. It’s important.
Once again, I left with a confident turn on course not wasting any time getting to 10,000ft; my initial bid for cruising altitude.
Sleep well, folks. When you wake up, you’ll be in Africa.
My first mistake didn’t become apparent until, of course, it was way too late. I diligently watched my pitch attitude sit pretty rock solid at 1 Deg NU and over the course of a few hours, it never got below zero. Without anything other than the 377’s “Navigator Screen” I was using primarily guesswork as to how well I was progressing. Passing abeam Ascension Island, I had my one and only checkpoint.
Hmmm. 1300NM to go from Ascension to Luanda, and about 1150NM endurance at my current burn.
But why was my endurance so lousy? This is supposed to be like a 4600 mile airplane!
Realizing I had to do something, either climb or divert to Ascension, I began climbing.
And climbing. And climbing.
Boy, this thing sure climbs well for a heavy airplane. Finally, I stopped at FL270 and probably could have climbed higher. The pitch attitude thing did not seem to be working or I had misapplied it. It made sense in theory. But that late climb had cost me about 100kts for probably a very long time.
Still, it looked like I just might make it!
Only an hour or so before dawn and close enough to zoom the Nav View out (such as it is) enough to see my destination.
Huh, that’s not where I planned to go. That little island about 30 degrees to the left of course is where I had intended to go. Where I was going, was a couple hundred miles further!
So, I can’t explain this picture. But for some reason I had planned to go to FPST airfield, but Skyvector shows my going to FNLU. I clearly must have failed to hit return or something, but I was following the course planned for FNLU thinking that I was heading to FPST from the planning pic I had done in Skyvector.
Ain’t that a steaming pile of good news!
Well, nothing for it. Looks like I’m going to Ascension. Glad it’s still there in FSX!
So, remember the whole bit about not fishing around in the dark for some airfield with only an NDB to find it?
Yeah.
So, now here I am; flying inbound to the NDB, at a couple thousand feet, in the dark, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, with a sick passenger (A2A just threw that one in there for me), trying to find the field and trying equally hard not to find the mountains.
“FO, I swear if you lose that field, you’re fired!”
Somehow, we got it on the ground with a screaming crosswind.
Welcome to Ascension folks!