Super Girl and I were all set for our ferry trip to Uruguay. I had the route all set, SG was talking to her professors about taking her finals early so we could leave on time and I’ve managed to lose a few pounds so as to not look too bad on TV. But one thing I couldn’t control was the Uruguayan FAA. The Bonanza that needs to be moved to North Carolina is still on Uruguayan registration and in order to fly a plane in this condition in Uruguay the pilot in command needs to possess a Uruguayan license. Getting a license in a foreign country is always a hassle but not usually impossible, I’ve got one from both Egypt and France, but Uruguay requires that the pilot speak Spanish. Now I am fluent in Pig Latin but I no hab espanola..no hlabla spanolia….I don’t talk the Spanish so good. Cory atCB Aviationtried to get me a waiver but was unsuccessful and in the end was forced to take SG and I off the trip and give it to another pilot who spoke Spanish. But that doesn’t mean that I’ll be sitting on my rear end, they’ve got me pegged to fly to India and pick up a King Air 200 and fly it back to St. Paul, MN. It should be a fun trip but the plane won’t be ready to go until the 17th at the soonest and with the new owner chomping at the bit to get his new plane that means I’ll most likely miss Christmas at home and be forced to spend it somewhere in Europe or the middle east. I’m not too thrilled about this but that’s the life of a ferry pilot.
