The journey started already bad. Out of bed at 2:30am, outside the pouring rain did little to elevate my spirits. It looked like a lousy day. While taxiing to the holding point of 19L, trouble started:
the aircraft plunged with the undercarriage, into a big pothole hidden under the water and the right tire got blasted. We had to taxi back to fix a new one. Not very funny in the early morning in darkness and rain!
Fortunately I had a spare one in the belly-pack and after the replacement we could finally take off. We planned a business trip with stops in Kaduna, Jos, Ajeokouta and Enugu.
I had five passengers on board, all on their individual businesses. The first leg was to Kaduna where I had to visit a customer. The flight was uneventful, most of the passengers were dosing
and I tried to keep awake. As many other times, I congratulated myself that this was not my real profession: erratic working times,
long, mostly uneventful flights and never ending (dry!) waiting times at Airports. Trying to refuel in Kaduna proved abortive. There was no "Avgas" available in Kaduna. The fuel drums, I kept for such cases were empty.
My driver was with the "Landcruiser Pick-Up" on the way, carrying some replacement. Unfortunately it would take him another 12 hours
to arrive! I figured out that we could fly on the remaining fuel to Jos and attend to assignments there. In case there was also no fuel available, we still could fly back to Kaduna and wait for my supply from Lagos. Of course this was not exactly our intention.
We planned to proceed to the Ajeokouta and from there to Enugu. After landing in Jos and with a lot of persuasion I managed to organise fuel. It was supplied in an old, rusty barrel. While my passengers went to town to do what they had to do, I refueled the plane.
Since the origin of the fuel (AVGAS) was not without doubts, it had to be passed through a sieve to keep out unwanted particles.
Everything seemed OK and I was relieved that all is going as planned.
Our party returned and we took off in direction Ajeokouta in a heavy rainstorm. The airstrip at the destination was in a mess. Still, I was happy having located
the god-forsaken place. A tricky task without any navigational aids on ground, under IFR conditions. We completed our mission in Ajeokouta and
navigated through heavy storm cells, having a very bumpy ride indeed. We finally reached Enugu. There, I had nothing to do than to wait for my passengers.
This gave me time to inspect the aircraft. Firstly I noticed a fair amount of water in the fuel. I drained the tanks several times and than I waited
anxious for the return of my passengers. The weather looked very threatening. They took their time. The weather deteriorated further.
The The "Squall Line"
came nearer, lightening and thunder came closer. Heavy rain showers started and I was eager to get out before nightfall. Not such luck! My party returned only at around 7 pm, it is already dark in this part of the world. During climb out, to 10'000 ft., I noticed a
creeping power drop but at first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary. After a while a marked drop in fuel flow became apparent. I activated the fuel pump; this solved the problem for the time being.
Of course, it was not the cure! Later in the flight I considered a landing at Benin City, but heavy thunderstorms and lack of approach lights at this airport made such an attempt not advisable.
Meanwhile my passenger got very quite. The constant, blinding, lightening and the heavy turbulence worried them visibly. I had no time for that, since I was busy keeping the plane straight and level!
There was a lot of traffic at Lagos Airport and due to the bad weather the situation was, as many times, chaotic. I was still 55 miles out. Radar Approach was, as often, out of order. Most incoming planes were put on hold before cleared to land.
To avoid this, I asked, prematurely, for permission to descent to 2'000 feet. This was my usual trick to undercut the commercial traffic and to sneak into the airport without being delayed in a hold. I got the requested clearance, after all, many air traffic controllers where my friends.
I always provided them, or their girl friends a lift when I had an empty seat in the plane available. The Canadian Controllers from Radar Approach where my good guests at the Crocodile Bar and could hardly turn me down. This time, I wished they had done so!
I wanted to started my descent and reduced power. The effect was quite surprisingly! The engine quit! It became very silent in the cabin and the faces of my passengers became very pale and concerned!
As captain, I was supposed to do something! I pushed the mixture to rich and tried to restart
the engine again. Nothing! I still had all my navigational instruments working and could figure out that at the present rate of descent, our landing would be in the middle of
the Jungle. Not a very comforting thought. The chances of being found there would be low. To dive into the "cauliflowers" (that's how the big trees are
looking like from the top), in a pitch-dark, rainy night is a bit scary and certainly not a healthy idea!
I contacted approach control and explained our "delicate" situation. They asked me whether I want to declare an emergency
and I replied in the negative. All I wanted was a clear airspace below 3'000ft. To relax the tense atmosphere I lightened a cigarette, something I avoided
in-flight. The action should assured my shocked audience that everything is under control! The battering of the heavy rain, the blinding lightening bolts and violent up-and downdrafts counteracted my atempt to convince them.
There was a missionary among my passengers. He started mumbling to himself, it seemed he was not very eager to meet his maker. I again retried to restart the engine and Hurrrray!!, it worked, albeit the engine sputtered and
deliverd only a fraction of its power since the fuel flow collapsed above a certain setting. Anyway, with approx 20 - 30% of power the sink rate flattened and we could,
theoretically, reach runway 19L at Lagos. With Radar Approach working, we would have been out of the woods. Without it, I had to fly first to the final approach
fix (LG) and then turn 90° to the final approach.
In the meantime, my friend Eddy Kützner, under way with his Company "LearJet", informed me that the cloud base in Lagos was below minimum. Heavy wind shears
would also not help matters. He advised me to exercise extreme caution on my approach. Easier said than done! However I realised that without radar
control's help and without ILS, I had to descent in time below the cloud base, in order not to miss the runway. I had only one try! The densely populated "Shanty-Town" below the final
approach path worried me a bit. Crashing into it would have been disastrous.
The only navigational help was the VOR and the approach to
Runway 19L is a back course and the LG (VOR) was not very stable. Approx. 0.8 miles from the threshold I partialy broke clouds but still a lot of cloud fragments and heavy rain were interfering with my sight. I spotted the runway and immediately realized that I was too low.
Not much, but still too low! The the tower got me in sight and cleared me for landing. What else should I have done? There is no alternative airport within reach and anyway, all the way was downhill!
The tower shouted excited that they have us in sight. My answer: "F.ck" we will not make it.
We where too low to reach the runway! There was nothing else to do than to land the plane without stalling it. I tried to avoid the "Center Approach Lights"
, keeping slightly to the left. On the right was a drainage channel and
I tried to avoid it. Ignition off, fuel off and "Touch Down"! The aircraft rumbled over the unpaved ground and suddenly a big "fence" appeared in
front of the rain beaten windscreen. This obstacle was the obsolete ILS installation (sample picture)
, placed across the approach path and we hit its concrete foundation with the right undercarriage.
The metal construction sheered off the left wing and graced my head, I was knocked off! The aircraft tumbled and came to rest on her back.
My tested passengers crawled out of the wreck. Luckily all completely unhurt. They pulled me out of the wreck and took me in an old VW bus to a Local Clinic.
As it turned out there was no functioning medical facility at the airport. On the way to the clinic I regained my consciousness and was asked by my happy passengers: "Where the hell you think you are?"; "Drunk, on the way home!", was my all I could mumble.
logical reply! After stitching my head wound we proceeded home, that meant: The Crocodile Bar and Cold Beer!
Back at the Crock Bar with a cold beer, all passengers agreed to pay the their fare for the trip. After all, a landing from which you step away alive is a successful one!
Only the missionary, missing the opportunity to meet his maker, refused to do so. What an exciting day!
Happy End! The insurance company paid the loss. I could salvage the costly new avionics and sell it to a Dutchman in Amsterdam. My partner, Mr. Stuessi,
agreed to finance a replacement plane. This time a twin engine Piper Navajo with 2 engines. But that's another story!