^ likewise at work in Farnham, although you hear them before you see them.
My helicopter story is a slightly sad one in light of…….
We went to LV on honeymoon and a helicopter ride to the Grand Canyon was on the itinerary. We booked through the hotel concierge, and he asked us when we wanted to go – we said early so we had the rest of the day, but he convinced us to go mid afternoon based on seeing a sunset and the real colours of the canyon and desert, and he wasn’t wrong.
The helicopter pilot was amazing, flew us over the Hoover Dam down to a landing spot in an Indian Reservation ‘on the banks’ of the Colorado river (yeah right – I had a good arm then and lobbing pebbles at it, I was still about 200 yards short…… stuff is BIGLY BIG in America) – where we had champagne and a picnic. I still remember flying low over the desert (I don’t know what low really is, it just felt it) towards the rim and then suddenly it felt like the earth had just disappeared, we were so high up as the canyon appeared below us.
Then a flight back as the sun was setting, exactly as predicted by the concierge, and then knowing we were honeymooning the pilot went ‘off route’ and flew back into Vegas from the other end so he could fly us right down the strip, in the dark (and he got a decent tip in return). And to cap it all, we were both in earphones so he could talk to us over the noise of the fan, and as we got onto the strip he had basically an old car stereo plumbed into the headphone system, so we got the full Viva Las Vegas soundtrack as we skimmed the tops of the casinos.
Simply amazing, and I’d recommend Papillon helicopters to anyone 🙁