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Post by chris_c on Jul 28, 2020 0:08:28 GMT -5
Pounds and shillings are still incomprehensible. Regardless of the number of occasions where SWMBO, UK born and raised as she is, has explained them to me it just doesn't seem to stick. Canada adopted the decimal dollar even before I was born, that is back in 1858 which was nine-years before Confederation and she brought back some Australian dollars from her trip there in 2018. Very attractive stuff. So count your change to see if there are really 41-pecks to the hogshead or whatever!
I am going to commit and predict that the destination is A Town Called Alice.
Chris
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Post by Dennis the menace on Aug 1, 2020 18:53:42 GMT -5
Inside the Adelaide terminal we are now beckoned to reboard our Super Viscount which now has a new flight number of 588. Its the exact same plane, but due to regulations we had to deplane and then reboard using the second half of our ticket. We are assigned the same exact seats. At 10 am the door closes, and the engines start 4,3,2,1. We are cleared to go and we taxi to the runway. Tower has us wait for an Ansett ANA DC-6 to pull of the runway before we can line up and wait. Once its off we are cleared to go. The engines hum and shrill, the brakes are released and off we go. Its a three and a half hour flight due north. First class will be served a hot lunch, but this time only refreshments are served in tourist. We will be cruising at 22,000 feet since we are flying northwest. Gradually the flat coast planes give way to hill country and eucalyptus forests, and then finally scrub. One hour into the flight we enter "the red dirt country". Endless empty space as far as the eye can see. Even though it is the dead of winter, its over 80 degrees down there. Vast dust storms can rise up at any time and reduce visibility to zero. In December and January it can feel as if you are inside a pizza oven. A "Zonie" (somebody from Arizona) like myself will feel right at home!
By 1 pm we have left South Australia were we had stopped at Adelaide, and we are now well into Northern Territory. We start to descend, and 1:32, two minutes behind schedule, we touch down at Alice Springs. We quickly taxi up to the tiny terminal, served by just three airlines: Connellan, Trans Australian, and Ansett ANA. By far the greatest number of flights is Trans Australian. The first thing you notice when you exit the aircraft is how dry it is, and warm. Its a far cry from the rainy, damp Sydney we left behind. In 1959, the airport is located several miles south of the actual town. As we step off the airstairs, a look to the left shows a couple old World War Two hangars and the headquarters of Connellan Airways. The airport was increased in 1941 to accommodate the growing number of Americans sent there due to the war.The first tower sat on top of one of these hangars. Connellan had a variety of aircraft, starting with DeHavilland Dragon Rapides, then moving onto Beech-18s, and finally to Herons. They served local routes to ranches and provided a "flying doctor" service. Here we are looking at our Viscount, you can see the freight building, some GA and repair facilities run by Connellan, and the "new" terminal and tower. Its not going to be "new" for much longer - by the mid '60s construction will start on a new modern terminal and facilities on the east side of the main north south runway. Trans Australian flight 588 will continue on the Tennant Creek and then end at Darwin on Australia's northern coast along the Indian Ocean. Since we are not going there, we will spend the night in "Alice" and tomorrow catch our next flight to our final destination. There's not much to see or do in Alice, so one afternoon is all we need to get a nice overview of the town. Here's what it looks like in 1959. The main reason there is a town at all is because of the availability of water year round, a necessity for steam locomotives that made the run from Adelaide to Darwin. Here's the "springs", its actually part of the Todd river which is mostly dry, however in a few places like this water pools on the ground. If you hear laughing coming at you nonstop, its not the natives, its a Roth's tree frog. They make a continuous laughing sound than can be heard everywhere.
Except for along streams, the dirt is red, due to iron oxide. You see "thorny devils" out scouting for insects. They are distantly related to our own "Texas Horned Toad" lizards found in North America. The train that links the north and the south is called "The Ghan", an abbreviation of its earlier name "The Afghan Express", so called because of its unreliability. In the 1950s diesel locomotives began to replace steam, and 1959 was the last year steam was used. Here's "The Ghan". Now its time to look for a place to eat and a place to stay for the night. Todd Mall, the main street of Alice Springs is as good a place as any - there isn't much else! Here's how it looked at the time. So here's how far we've traveled since we left St. Louis on Sunday. Deep red is TWA from St. Louis to Los Angeles. Gold is Transocean from Los Angeles to Honolulu. Medium red is QANTAS from Honolulu to Fiji to Sydney. Blue is Trans Australia from Sydney to Adelaide to Alice Springs. Total accumulated milage so far is 9914 nm, and the airline travel cost from St. Louis to Alice is so far is $705.56, or the same as $6,272.11. The U.S. Labor Department reported that the average income in the United States was $5,400 for the entire year, or $48,003.58 in 2020 dollars. We have already significantly ate into one years entire gross income and we are not yet done flying.
Tomorrow we will return to Alice Springs airport and book our flight to our final destination, but where? Wherever its going to be, one thing is going to be certain - we're going to be broke!
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Post by jwh on Aug 1, 2020 23:45:40 GMT -5
Being from Australia this has been a great thread to follow. Am curious as to where the Alice Springs scenery came from. Is it FS9 or FSX?
Thanks John
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Post by Jorge on Aug 2, 2020 10:43:53 GMT -5
Not sure if you'll be staying "in-country" or not, but if you guys are ... Hopefully the link works! From what I found on the internet, this was some sort of tourism or lifestyle magazine back then. Couldn't read it since the internet was a bit slow for me today, so hopefully you have better luck than me! My guesses for the destination? Well ... 1. Uluru (Ayers Rock)? 2. Somewhere on the Ningaloo Coast? 3. Somewhere in Kimberley, Western Australia? Safe trip! Jorge Miami, FL
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Post by PW053 on Aug 2, 2020 10:57:49 GMT -5
Uluru was my first thought too, because of ""mystery"" destination.... Frank
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Post by Dennis the menace on Aug 2, 2020 15:21:00 GMT -5
Your magazine ad link works fine. I like the ads for Avis and the little Holdens. Interestingly there is an ad for a Canadian Pacific rail adventure through the Rocky Mountains. I looked at the files for Alice and it is designed for FS9, but there doesn't appear anything strange in there why it couldn't work in FSX. I see there is an option for the longer runway extension that opened in the end of 1961. I'm currently using the older 5890 foot north south runway (there are actually three runways). Its fine for all our AI, since even in the 1962 traffic the biggest thing coming in and out of Alice is a Viscount 700. Perhaps they were planning ahead for jets, who knows? I did scoot over and take a peek and FS actually did include an urban area for Alice, sometimes they forget cities and towns. At least it appears they didn't load it up with 40 story skyscrapers!
There are several places one could fly to from Alice that come to mind... 1. MacRobertson Miller Airlines will take you the Kimberly region in the northwest, its basically an unexplored area and the Ningaloo Coast. Isn't Northwest Australia the place that has the "rabbit proof fence"? You'd have to connect at Wyndham or Hall's Creek, as MMA doesn't serve Alice. 2. Connellan Airways will connect you at Hall's Creek, and from there MMA will take you to Derby, Broome, and beyond. Or Connellan will take you to Ayers Rock/Uluru, or to one of the many stations. Spending a week at a "Dandy Station", known as a "dude ranch" in the USA, was a popular adventure. You spent a week or more in the invigorating outdoors sheering sheep, rounding stray cattle, roasting goannas on a spit, and gathering around the campfire while singing one of those old time Aussie favorites "Home, Home on the Outback" to the melodious sounds of a didgeridoo. 3. We still have not flown on Ansett ANA. They do fly from Alice and will take you to some of the old mining towns like Broken Hill and the Chowchilla area. 4. Use Connellan and then connect with QAL to weave your way up to Gulf of Carpentaria to spot jellies, stonefish and salty crocs, or end up in Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef. We are running out of options, but there are still a few left.
I had no idea flying was this expensive back then. I knew it was pricey, but not a big part of a years income just to fly coach from the USA to Australia. Anyways, in a couple of days we shall finish this flight.
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Post by Erik on Aug 2, 2020 15:37:05 GMT -5
Would you care to explain that last bit, Mike? Previously you stated you spent '$705.56, or the same as $6,272.11. The (...) average income in the United States was $5,400 for the entire year, or $48,003.58 in 2020 dollars.' Could there perhaps be a mixup between amount spent in today's value versus income at the time?
Thanks again for taking us along! Erik
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Post by Dennis the menace on Aug 2, 2020 18:53:34 GMT -5
Yeah, I got a little cross-eyed with the figures. Its hot here, and I was a bit tired. Using 1959 dollars, $705.56 for airfare as a percent of the average income of $5,400 is like 14% of the total gross annual income. If you use this handy inflation calculator those figures are $6,272.11 and $48,003.58 respectively. The U.S. Census Bureau lists the annual median personal income at $31,099 in 2016. Clearly the median income has not kept up with adjusted inflation. Renting a home or a trip to the grocery store proves that. So if you compare the $705.56 1959 ticket costs adjusted to 2016 dollars, that's $5,863.88. $5,863.88 is 18.85% of $31,099. It even takes more of a bite out of your wallet to fly today, if the regulated fares of 1959 were still in effect. Tom has stated that they are still in effect, sort of, in a way, if you take into account the cost of a restriction free anytime fare, just walk up to the ticket window and fly the same day fare. Of course, you can get a much lower fare if you are willing to plan ahead and buy over the internet. I did a search for "St. Louis to Alice Springs" internet fares and came up with this - $1961 one way. That's the cheapest on Google travel - Delta to Atlanta, Atlanta to Los Angeles, Los Angeles to Sydney, Virgin Australia Sydney to Adelaide, Adelaide to Alice. $1961 is 6.31% of $31,099. Clearly you are better off with today's cheap unregulated fares compared to the current median income, but you are much worse off with the 1959 regulated fares compared to the current median income. But you don't get to fly on DC-7s, Super Constellations, Viscounts, Electras, the Convair twins, etc. Here's what I've been using to adjust prices of things into today (or any other year's) values. It can work in reverse too. I have a friend who likes to watch old TV game shows from the '60s and '70s and he is amazed at just how expensive things like TVs, refrigerators, cars, ovens, carpeting, etc used to be back then. We had a 1500 sq. foot bungalow 3 blocks from the beach in Long Beach, California. We had a portable color TV on the dining table, and a large on in the den. I was given the old 1960 color RCA tv for my room. I had a Radio Shack stereo and turntable, and a copycat Schwinn style stingray bike that was bought from Pep Boys. We had '68 Mustang, one car only. We did have a pool. I went to a private military academy. We flew as a family a few times a year to local places like San Francisco or Las Vegas. My mom and I flew every year to Monroe, Louisiana and return. Occasionally we would then fly to New Orleans and meet my dad before flying home. We made a couple trips to New Jersey. Most of my time was spent doing hobbies, or later on at the beach on a surfboard with friends, it was close and free. Sometimes we went to the movies, but usually not. We ate out 2 times a week normally, as my dad liked to eat and mom hated to cook. None of my friends flew except for something like a funeral, or very special event. They ate out rarely. If they went on vacation it was in a station wagon, or they camped. A lot of time us kids were bored, even in summer. We occasionally got into minor trouble, but nothing serious like today. We didn't know anyone who had weapons, we never shoplifted or stole things, we never really harmed anyone, at least physically. Sort of that Brady Bunch kind of kids. My mom and dad were both college grads. Mom was a teacher till I was born, dad was a stock broker. I remember him in 1968 saying that he got a promotion and was getting $1000 a month take home so we all went to a steak house. As for me, I got $5 a week allowance in the early '70s, and most of that went into buying model cars or N gauge trains for my layout. For other pocket money I ran shopping errands for all the little old ladies who lived on my street, and my friends and me haunted the alleys digging through trash cans for bottles so we could return them to the stores for change. All of us, the entire family were bargain basement shoppers, including airfare. We seldom flew like normal people, always catching red-eyes, or some crack of dawn thing...taking the city bus to the airport so as to not pay a cab, or starving yourself because "we're going to be eating on the plane". In the dozens and dozens of times I flew out of LAX as a kid, never once did it eat nor go into the theme restaurant. Oh well, that was all a very long time ago and happened in a different time and place. I don't even recognize the place I grew up in, everyone is dead or moved away and all the businesses are different.
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Post by Erik on Aug 3, 2020 3:55:08 GMT -5
Thank you Mike, that makes it clear. And a very special insight you gave here. You were born at a good place and time and although nothing stays the same, that can never be taken away from you. Erik
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Post by Tom/CalClassic on Aug 3, 2020 8:58:58 GMT -5
Yes it is interesting that air fares for the type of ticket you bought in 1959 (adjusted for inflation) - unrestricted, and could be purchased right before the flight - are about the same as today. It’s the addition of the low cost restricted fares that have caused the boom in air travel since then.
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Post by Dennis the menace on Aug 7, 2020 18:21:25 GMT -5
Sorry all for the delay, but yesterday morning my FS computer broke. It simply would not turn on. The switch to turn it on had a slow, orange flash. So off to the computer hospital it went, thankfully they called and said it was the power supply failed, and it could be repaired for around $110 US. However, what would normally take 2 days to get the parts, due to a certain someone deliberately slowing down the US Postal Service, it will now take 10 days just to get the part. Its very odd to look over and see no computer and worse, no way to fly. This is the second computer I have had die on my this year. My old trusty XP desktop died in March after years of FS service and countless FS scenery creation and aircraft repaints. And now this. So we left off at Alice Springs, and today we will depart it for our final destination. We took a taxi to the airport, its well south of town, and took our bags into the tiny wooden terminal building that dates back to just after World War Two. Finding the Connellan Airways counter was a breeze, as there was only three ticket counters (TAA and Ansett). However no light was on and somebody wrote a sign and thumbtacked it to the countertop that read "All inquiries can be had next door. Sorry for the convenience." Convenience, really now.....
So off to the hangar we trod, through red dirt, red ants and red weeds to an old hangar with some banging going on inside. We walk up to an old wooden counter and look up and see a sign that says "Connellan Airways" and underneath that it says "sales, service, flights and charters". There are several signs hanging on the wall that say "Learn to fly here", and "Is aviation in your future? Inquire today". I hit the bell on the counter top and soon a man in overalls wiping grease off his hands walks over and says "Flight school is a A£ 50 -20 -35, cash only no credit". I said "No, we want to buy tickets on a flight". He said "Well, you're in the wrong building. This is the shop, you need to go over to the terminal." I said "We were at the terminal, but nobody was there, and a sign said to come here". "OK, he said, go over there and the ticket agent will be there in a moment". So we left and went back to the terminal to the tiny Connellan Airways counter. Not more than two minutes went by when the exact same man came in wearing a hat that said "Ticketing and Sales" on it. I told him where we wanted to fly, and he said "well, I don't like to run a plane with just two people in it. Tell you what, wait till noon and maybe somebody else will come in, if not, try later." So we have ourselves a seat on some dilapidated old leather chairs and sofa (nothing in the terminal matches). There are some magazines that have not been read in months and are covered in dust, a soda machine in the corner, and a flickering black and white TV with some rugby match on. Every ten minutes I look up at the clock. Time creeps on. Finally, I amuse myself by watching a red back spider in the window sill trying to catch a cricket. Eventually the cricket loses. A loud noise can be heard on the apron, and I see a TAA viscount pulling up and then shutting down.
When somebody comes into the terminal, you'll know, because every time the door opens, it jingles some little bells hanging on a string. A couple and their two children walk up to the Connellan counter, as does a two people who just got off the Trans Australian Viscount that arrived. The man from Connellan then tells us we will leave in ten minutes. When he comes in, we follow him out the door, onto the apron, and past the huge Viscount to a very tiny aircraft that looks like it belongs in the 1920s. Another man loads our bags, pulls up some steps and tells us to "just take a seat". As you get closer, even the stairs are wood. You really have to ask yourself, "is this thing safe?", and "will this thing actually fly?". After a few minutes, everyone is seated and the door is secured, the pilot starts the engines. It sounds like two motorcycle engines right outside the fuselage. We start to taxi and its just a few moments before we are on the runway headed south, and not long after the engines are run up to full that we literally hop off the ground. We make a slow turn to the right and climb to just 4,000 feet. Now we will fly a heading of 240 degrees for the next 190 miles. Everywhere we look is endless red dirt, and a lack of vegetation. After about an hour and a half, we hear the engines start to have their power reduced, and we slowly begin to descend. Now at least there are signs of civilization coming into view - roads, motels with swimming pools, cars driving around, and what appears to be a runway far up ahead - and not to mention - one HUGE rock!
We touch down with a thud and dirt flies, you can hear small stones hitting the bottom of the plane. The terminal appears to our left. With the engines shut down, the door opens and some small stairs allow us to depart our tiny craft as we head over to what passes for a terminal. A few people's vacation has ended and now they will return to Alice Springs. All flights to and from Ayers Rock must be during daylight hours. The airport has no beacon, and no night lighting.
Edward Connellan developed Ayers Rock into a tourist destination in the 1940s. Before he built the airstrip, it was a 12 to 16 drive across dirt roads, and you really needed a truck or a jeep in order to make the trip. With the airstrip in operation, an easy 1 1/2 hour flight meant many people who previously had no access to it could now travel there for the day. Soon, a few tents were put up for overnight visitors, and from that grew a small motel with detached cabins along with a general store and a gas station. Other than this cluster of life around the airstrip, there wasn't anything else out there. Of course, the tents were still around, but for a couple of quid you could stay at the motel...
Then in the mid to late 1950s, large resort motels began to spring up on the north side of the rock. Fancy places with swimming pools, night clubs, fine restaurants. It was no longer just a place to fly to one day, and fly out the next, but a place to spend a week or more. Arriving from the south, the view is less spectacular. On the far south end of the rock is the ranger station and lavatories. This is where the trail to climb the rock is located at. Climbing was allowed until recently. This is where the main road from Alice Springs comes into Ayers Rock. From here, there is a road that encircles the entire rock. On the far north end, you have several camp grounds, and all the motels and resorts. On the north west end you have the airport. One of the big activities is hiking in the outback, or horse or even camel rides. When hiking, you'll have to be on the lookout for the the "desert death adder". They are found all around Ayers Rock and the bite is lethal. Each year dozens of people are bitten by them due to their irritable and aggressive behavior. Old timers tell tall tales about how they will chase somebody down a road for several kilometers at speeds up to 35 kilometers per hour. Luckily there is an antivenom for their bite. You only have 20 minutes to get help after one bites you. Well its time to settle in to our motel, perhaps take a dip in the pool and then get ready for dinner. All of these motels feature lobster dinners, flown in fresh from Darwin. This particular motel was called the "Redline Chalet".
Tomorrow we'll see about renting a jeep, or perhaps a couple of scooters and hit the road and see the rock. I'm not sure about climbing, that depends on if the winds are too strong - if so then the rangers close it until the winds die down. These maps of the local area can be had at any of the motels, or the airstrip terminal, or at the ranger station. This one shows Ayers Rock and the facilities in 1961. So here is a map of our completed journey from St. Louis to Ayers Rock, Australia. OK, here it is by the numbers: TWA - St. Louis to Los Angeles, 1,586 nm, $81.40 Transocean - Los Angeles to Honolulu, 2,222 nm, $99.00 QANTAS - Honolulu to Sydney, 5,558 nm, $436.00 Trans Australian - Sydney to Alice Springs, 1548 nm ,$89.16 Connellan - Alice Springs to Ayers Rock, 194 nm, $33.50 That's a grand total of 11,108 nm, and $739.06. We flew coach the entire way. We left St. Louis at 10:00 pm on Sunday, June 21, 1959 and stopping no longer than was needed in order to catch the next flight to continue on, we arrived at Ayers Rock at 1:35 pm on Friday, June 26, 1959. We flew a L-749, a B-377, a L-1049G, a Viscount 810, and a DH-89A Dragon Rapide. Adjusted to 2020 dollars the total travel cost was $6,569.91. Hope you enjoyed this trip! Mike
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Post by Dennis the menace on Aug 7, 2020 19:02:20 GMT -5
I have uploaded the Ayers Rock and Alice Springs airport scenery to Flightsim today. It has an option for users. You can have the pre-1961 5800 foot north south runway (fine for Viscount and smaller, and for all of our AI), or you can have the extended 8,000 foot runway that opened late in 1961. The scenery is set up for the short runway by default. Should you want the longer runway, simply copy and paste the two files from the Alice Springs 1962 folder into the scenery folder. Be sure to delete the AFCAD and EZ scenery files for the 1959 airport. You must only have one AFCAD and one EZ scenery file present in the scenery folder. Should you want to revert back, delete those two files and then copy the files from the Alice Springs 1959 folder into the scenery folder and restart FS. I predict that most people will settle on one or the other. The file name for this scenery that I uploaded is Alice_Ayers.zip.
The DH89A Dragon Rapide is a texture repaint for the Dave Garwood model. Its a very simple install. The zip file that I used for it was Dh89a_conn.zip. In helping Tom with AI, I did a repaint for a Fiji Airways DH-89A Dragon Rapide, also for the Dave Garwood model. The zip file that I used was Dh89a_fiji.zip. Here it is (lol, far from home to a place it never flew to!). It flew locally in Fiji until the end of 1962. I'm assuming that these files will be available in the next day or two at most. They are for FS2004, I have not tested them in FSX. Mike. P.S. Please be careful out there with this awful pandemic. Sometimes I feel like the "Birdman of Alcatraz" in this house, only venturing out when necessary and always wearing a mask - but at least I have - or had - FS to get my mind off of things. That's why I created this scenery, as a kind of distraction. At 58, I'm a prime candidate for trouble if I catch this thing. I'm in Arizona, and we have been one of the worst hit places in the USA for numbers of cases and deaths. I social distance, wash my hands frequently and after coming in or touching things like the mail or packages, I carry a bottle of rubbing alcohol in the car to splash on my hands after getting back in the car from leaving some place, and I always where a mask when I'm out in public around people like at stores. So far, I have avoided it but I've not avoided being verbally attacked for wearing a mask in a grocery store, not once, not twice, but three times. Thankfully that seems to have gone away on my last trip to the store. At least I wasn't like my friend in St. Louis (whom I talked about at the beginning of the story of this trip) who was wearing a mask at an outdoor nursery while shopping for a plant when an unmasked woman vented her rage at him for wearing it, then proceed to throw a potted plant at him, hitting him in the shoulder. That is why he told me that night on the phone that he just needed to get away to someplace far off - so I began to plan this trip! It was a potted geranium, by the way.
I have a brother in law who, along with my sister, does not take Covid seriously in the slightest. The result, he caught it the last week of June. He was sick and continued his sales job meeting with elderly retired people in their homes for two days - I dread to think if any of them caught it from him. He did not believe it was real, he did not wear a mask, and he suffered double pneumonia for over 4 weeks and could barely move from one room to the next. He is 66 and only now starting to get somewhat better, but can still not walk up or down stairs. My brother in laws entire family does not take Covid seriously, they were or are all sick with it, three in the hospital, and my brother and law's brother and wife, both 70, were sick with fever and coughing and boarded a plane for a family reunion in Missouri because "they just couldn't miss it" and ended up giving it to all 70 plus people who were at that reunion, not to mention the poor souls on that plane BOTH ways.
I have a cousin who is 60 and who used to be "Mr. Athlete", a total in shape fitness kind of guy. He also did not believe Covid was real, and never wore a mask. Early June, he was at his parents home (they are 84 and 92) and he just fell off the couch. Could not breathe. High fever. So they called the paramedics who took him to the hospital. He was admitted and after a few weeks released. He now has permanent heart damage due to Covid, and they cannot do any surgery on him because the hospitals are full of Covid patients in Las Vegas where he lives, so they told him to "just go home and move as little as possible so as to not trigger a heart attack".
At 58, I've lived through the AIDS plague of the 1980s and early 1990s. I've seen too many friends and acquaintances die (over 30, to be exact) and been to too many funerals by the time I was 30 to know what happens if you don't listen to scientists and medical professionals and take these things seriously or think that somehow they can't happen to you. I share this not to scare, but to show that this thing can and will attack, so please be careful and we can all enjoy another year of flying on our now 18 year old FS2004! As my mother used to say "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure".
Cheers,
Mike
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Post by jwh on Aug 8, 2020 3:51:09 GMT -5
Looking forward to the Alice Springs and Ayers Rock scenery. Will be nice additions to the Australian Classic scenery list. Many thanks.
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Post by Dennis the menace on Aug 8, 2020 18:41:46 GMT -5
I just checked Flightsim, and all three files are up. They decided to use my zip file names I mentioned above. Now I wait, twiddling my fingers waiting for my FS computer to be fixed!
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Post by jwh on Aug 8, 2020 23:32:11 GMT -5
Have installed the Alice scenery and had a fly around the two airports. Just great. Again thank you for this very welcome addition to the Australian Classic scenery library.
John
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