When that DC-3 left me on the ground at Aropa airfield, all my flight reservations to Australia departed with it.
“We have a chartered Aztec flying to Rabaul tomorrow. You can go with us.”
OK, that was good, but because of the delay all my connections farther south were gone: From Rabaul to Lae, Lae to Port Moresby, Port Moresby to Brisbane. If I can make it to Brisbane I should be able to get to Sydney and on to Melbourne.
But three precious airline seats stood between me and Brisbane.
Could I get them?
All I could do was take my chances.
After flying to Rabaul on the charter and spending the night at the Cosmo, I got to the airport early to plead my case.
The Fokker Friendship aircraft was full from Rabaul to Lae.