When I was about 10 years old I flew regularly to West Africa for holidays as my father worked as a civil engineer there.
I belonged to the BOAC junior jet club and had a log book to record miles. One of the highlights each flight was a visit to the flight deck, Boeing 707's mainly, the odd VC10, and a talk to the crew. There were two pilots and a flight engineer on each flight.
How sad life is nowadays.
There were more incidents then (1960's) I remember a few even in the UK. My mother was on a flight over the Sahara when two engines went down on a Trident and had to land part way. I once sat on a plane at Lagos all night until they repaired it sufficiently to take off.
I belonged to the BOAC junior jet club and had a log book to record miles. One of the highlights each flight was a visit to the flight deck, Boeing 707's mainly, the odd VC10, and a talk to the crew. There were two pilots and a flight engineer on each flight.
How sad life is nowadays.
There were more incidents then (1960's) I remember a few even in the UK. My mother was on a flight over the Sahara when two engines went down on a Trident and had to land part way. I once sat on a plane at Lagos all night until they repaired it sufficiently to take off.