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pousada farol do morro |
It’s all mathematics until the fuel gauge hits the “it just
got real” mark. That’s close to the empty line with a big blue Atlantic Ocean
below you.
It's when your brain says …(*expletive*) math, we’re running on
fumes, we’re not going to make it.
It sure feels good to hear ATC call your ID with
approach directions.
It’s your metaphoric Lighthouse on a Hill.
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We then took
her up to FL39 and flew 1442 miles west in 3 ½ hours. We burned 470 gal of fuel in
route. That’s 3 MPG or 892 pounds of Jet fuel an hour. It’s all
mathematics until ATC directs you back out to sea to line up for an approach.
We landed with enough fuel to stay airborne for another 45 minutes.
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Little Bird at beach airfield in Valenca (SNVB) |
At SBSV we just topped off our wing tanks for a quick hop
south to Valenca (SNVB). The airfield is actually closer to the town of Gauibim
than it is Valenca. We didn’t care. We just wanted to be taken to the
Lighthouse on the Hill, Pousada Farol do Morrow. Our Brazilian sister
Monica says “…it’s the most relaxing place on earth”.
Monica describes living on Beach 1; …laying
and listening to the waves wash up on shore, a warm Brazilian sun and the smell
of freshly cut, freshly picked fruit enjoyed in a soft morning breeze.
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URAM's (Uncle Rick, Aunt Monica) Tram |
Our virtual trip here is made
more real by stories & images of our kids Uncle Rick (a tall, pale skinned, red
headed Irishman wearing a straw hat and sunglasses) riding the tram to the
beach to plant himself close to the nearest supplier of:
Caipirinha
(k-eye-per-reen-yah), it’s the name of an adult beverage: Cachaca (ka-sha-sah)
is the name of the liquor used in the drink. Cachaca is Brazilian
distilled liquor that starts from unadulterated sugarcane juice.
Okay,
we got to go, because in real life ...this is a place of family. It would be extremely hard
to leave …our adventure continues home.
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