Right so haven't posted in this one yet but thought this one worthy.. Was getting ready for a day of beer and feasting when at 0730 the work phone rings, a nun by the name Sister Alma wanting to know if we were flying today because she tried to go to one of the local communities yesterday to do a midnight mass and instead got stuck in the middle of the kimberley for 15hrs on a flooded dirt road.
So not feeling like I could say no to a nun on Christmas I poped into work and pulled out the aircraft, preflighted, and met sister Alma and Father John around 1000. Only about a hundred miles out to the community through a fairly bumpy morning and we arrive. Sister tells me in no uncertainwords that she would like me to join mass.
Well, next thing I know I'm spending Christmas in the middle of no where in a beat up old community with burnt out cars and all the usual stuff in a mass of 50+ aboriginal pepole all getting right into it! Not a bad turn out since the population with everybody at home would only give a hundred a nudge. Well it was quite a surprise, I half figured no one would turn up, instead there were kids everywhere singing along and all age groups having a crack. Now I'm not a religious person but do like a good story and I tell you what, the father and sister brought a massive feast for the locals, ham, fruits and the like and seems to me like the do fair bit down there for the little kids. And after spending so long stranded the day before they wouldn't have been blamed for giving up but nope, they weren't having any of that.
Not how I expected my Christmas day to end up this morning.
Get a few good story's flying planes "out bush"