Every so often whilst flying out here in Papua, something amazing happens. Usually it's when I get to visit new airstrips and go exploring the village or fly into somewhere that's not seen an aircraft for months or even years. The excitement and gratitude of the local people is one of the great privileges of flying out here. However last week I met a man called John Cutts, at an airstrip called Pogapa, who quite simply blew my mind.
|Pogapa airstrip, Papua|