Hotel Whiskey Yankee

One of the greatest things about travelling is that opportunities arise out of no where that normally don’t back at home. This was one of those times. My friend Belinda has a friend Luke who is a pilot. A week ago Luke took Belinda and I, Jaz, Josh and Stuart for a quick trip down to a small island off the coast of South Australia named Kangaroo Island. I was extremely nervous because the plane was no 747 bus cruising through the air, it was a mini cooper bopping around with each wind pocket pushing us one way and then the other. Luke said the higher we went the smoother it would be but then again that would be a longer drop to our death. The view from the plane was breathtaking though. The ocean here in Australia is crystal clear and such a beautiful blue as we were flying over the ocean we could see reef and sea weed that made a leopard print in the water.

It was a 40 minute flight down to K.I. We had lunch at a local pub with some of the best beer-battered barramundi. It was a sleepy island with little to do without a car. After a few hours we decided to leave back to Adelaide and as I was walking to the plane I realized that I hadn’t seen ONE kangaroo. I decided that it was false advertisement to call the island “Kangaroo Island” so I have started a petition to rename the island to “Unkangarooed Island”. Just kidding. It was an incredible trip and we made it safely to Adelaide with lots of good pictures to share with you.

Oh and Hotel Whiskey Yankee was our name which Captain Luke used to correspond with the towers to land and everything else pilots do. It was a great flight and I am happy to report that I did not get sick on the plane. Luke was a great pilot. It was definitely an unforgettable experience!