This is the smaller of the two helicoptors we used. The other was an A-star. The pilots (Ben, Luca and Zonk) made numerous trips in and out of camp. Sometimes they even got to stay out there with us. I'm sure this is why they kept trying to blow the roof off of our kitchen. Flying with these guys was an experience. Especially Zonk, who still thinks he's in Vietnam and flies according. Turning your head sideways to look out the window and seeing a straight-on view of the ground is more than a little disconcerting. Oh well. I'm here, in one piece and lived to tell the tale...