We flew from the capital of Ghana, Accra, to Madrid. Taking off from Kotoka Internationational Airport, receive instructions from the control tower: "Turn left immediately to heading 167, to abandon 4000 feet, then follow standard route ".
Is 9 February and is the first time this day area flyby.
Accra from above is a collection of corrugated iron roofs disordered, mixed with modern buildings, many by finishing, Chaotic traffic to 0844 am and enormous trees struggling to survive amid much planning.
We left the metropolitan area. We gain an average height of 500 meters per minute. Come to our cruising level and watch the endless green of these latitudes, yes, sifting through the eternal cloud that feeds consistently vegetation in Ghana. Veo and Lake Volta to me derecha, between the gaps left by the white screen.
I watch the endless green of these latitudes screening for eternal cloud that feeds consistently vegetation in Ghana
We leave the country by the airway UM603. The border on the airway between Ghana and Burkina Faso is PINGO (coordinates 11N, 000In) and pleno Meridiano the Greenwich. A few hours and we will be heading north in Castellón!
In the same way as those "aero-highway" no berms, or gas stations or villages with a workshop, in the "aero border post" no Military, or vendors, or officials, reluctantly, chequeen causing endless waiting your passport.
We flew over Burkina Faso, the green begins to stop being intense to become choppy. We quickly, the wind helps, and a singular "balcony" cross the entire country in less than 25 minutes. The unobstructed view from the balcony to be over 800 kph, that is more than 10000 meters, and draft you despeinen, is almost infinite.
We quickly, the wind helps, and a singular "balcony" cross the entire country in less than 25 minutes.
Another border, EBVAP, this time between Burkina Faso and Mali whooping. Our flight plan confirms that just past this "checkpoint", which in our area is waypoint, we take an "out" to be joining the Gao UG859, epicenter of the conflict that keeps France today against Al Qaeda..
We received overflight permissions, they are released to the various governments of the countries overflown give different aircraft. We make an exclusion zone. The conflict require it. We received an order: "Flight level 290, (8000m) can only undermine, clear declining, emergency on board ". Since the level 350 observe the huge territory must comb the good, to catch the bad, and that green, intense or choppy, and there is no trace. The Niger River here is a capillary, its banks two green skirts, and the other a huge yellow shirt fresh from the washer, after the washing with detergent have cheaper, without softener and you forgot for hours on the drum. Wrinkles would see in them are now thousands of dunes, oriented all like the waves of the sea. The wind moves the brand to where giant yellow. I sense the height of each by casting shadows on the ground that causes the sun.
There are sand rivers that flow into meaningless places. Tributaries that ensure you never miss, that…¡arena! To my, structure of an old orchard river. Copy of a map of the circulatory system that feeds us, and what we find in human biology books. The difference is that there is no more blood in the Sahara.
There are sand rivers that flow into meaningless places.
The land is scratched. A leviathan has had several mountains tear. I see the rocky debris scattered everywhere. Leviathan himself that one day he drank all those rivers with their tributaries and once finished, be furious.
Some areas have been flooded, I'd say I've seen islands. These islands have a capriciously. Mashed spots appear on the floor, not color, but the way. The islands also have highlighted, and having Tues, would be facing the highest cliffs of the High Lands of Scotland.
We very fast on our balcony privileged. Otro “checkpoint”, Now with Algeria.
It's almost more of the same. "Almost" because the desert always hiding something. Now is a red desert!. Until then I had only heard of Namibia. Not far from In-Salah. I copy the position. I hope one day to go buscarlo. We continue northward, no hint of oasis, although refining sight on the horizon seems dark stains sinuous forms that could well be those treasures.
Spend 20 minutes, We traveled almost 300 miles and I see that there are oases, are the shadows of the clouds roll. Signs of moisture. It is the beginning of the end of that territory dominated by leviathan that thirsty.
What a show! What balcony!
