Okay, first of all, it has been 5 months since I flew anywhere or updated my site,
so if things look different it's because I forgot how I was doing things relative to this website 5 months ago.
The flights from Romania to Hungary and on to Vienna were flown last December,
therefore I can only publish here what I have written in my journal at the time the flights took place, I also have no screenshots
from these flights, sorry, I know I suck!
Hungary
According to my notes I chose an Alitalia 727 for the flight into Budapest where
I would be meeting my friend Ozzy, he promised me a great time if I made a stop in his neck of the woods while wreaking havoc
in Europe.
For some unknown reason ATC in Budapest decided to abandon me while I was on final
approach, according to my notes I was on a perfect glideslope and wasn't about to abort and go around, so I went ahead and
landed anyways, they sure as hell took note of this fact as I was not cleared to land.
I taxied to a suitable parking area and was promptly arrested by Hungarian airport
authorities and thrown into a smelly underground holding cell without a stitch of clothing, I asked for food and was told
I was more than welcome to eat any of the rats that were living in this damp, dark, dungeon if I could catch them.
"What about water?" I asked, to which they told me to drink my own piss!!
I could not believe I was being treated like this all due to an illegal landing,
"I'M AN AMERICAN!!" I shouted, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" I demanded to know.
Well, as it turns out, the Hugarians had been reading about my Misadventures ever
since I first got behind the yoke and they were not about to let me crash into their national monuments and such, they said
no one would miss me because everyone would just think I finally died in one of my now world famous crashes, so therefore
they intended to keep me in the windowless underground cell until I rotted away, thereby sparing the rest of Europe and the
world from the menace I had become, once they released the news that Paz was really dead Hungary would be hailed as the country
that saved the world from any further mutilation at the hands of little ol' Paz and his blasted attempts at being a pilot.
Now I had to admit that this was very noble of the Hungarians, and maybe they were
right in their attempts to keep me grounded, I mean after all, I'm not really a very good pilot, I have crashed into a lot
of invalueable structures and caused billions of dollars in damage, but damn it! Through it all I still live!! and I must
finish my tour of the world, I had to find a way out of this mess!
My friend Ozzy who was awaiting my arrival at the airport had witnessed
my arrest and knew what would follow, he himself having previous run-ins with the authorities for "unsafe" flying and
"unacceptable" flight manuvers around the Budapest area, so fearing the worst for me, he quietly slipped out the back and quickly
assembled a team of undercover operatives to save me from my plight and break me out of the certain death that awaited me
in my cement cubicle.
The plan went perfectly, it seems Ozzy already had insiders working within the organization
that runs the prison where I was being held.
I was snuck out during a particularly stormy night and in my place was left a rotting
corpse that some of Ozzy's pals had dug up so that whenever the prison officials checked in on me, they would think I had
met my end and the case would be closed, great plan Ozzy!
Paz was once again FREE!
Obviously I would have to vacate the country ASAP,Ozzy took me back to his house
where he made all types of food that I had never heard of that gave me great indigestion, then we went for a ride in
his spitfire where he showed me techniques for flying inverted under bridges.
We took a tour of the castle Vlad and then my good friend Ozzy bought me a fine
whore, what a pal!
All in all I had a great time in Hungary once I was rescued and I owe it all to Ozzy,
this Bud's for you man!
