Still another Norway joke:
Ola was an airline pilot working for SAS. Ola usually flew trans-Atlantic flights.
But one day as he reported for work, his boss said to Ola: "Ola, we have a lot of sick calls today. So we are short on pilots on the African routes. So today you are going to have to volunteer to fly a 747 to Mombassa, down there in Kenya!"
"Well, sure thing boss! I volunteer!"
"Good, I knew you wouldn´t let me down, Ola. Now just one thing. You know that the infrastructure in Africa is not the best in the world. So you must know this. The landing strip at the Mombassa airport is rather short. So when you go in for your landing you will have to brake and brake and brake the plane with all your heart and all your might. Otherwise your plane might roll off the end of the landing strip into the jungle. And we wouldn´t want that, would we? Nasty lions and gorillas messing with our passengers and all that!"
"OK, boss. I sure will remember to brake real hard when I land the plane! Promise!"
So Ola takes off from the Oslo airport in the 747 humming a merry tune to himself.
After about an hour Ola looks out the window down towards the ground. He sees an awful lot of white down there. Ola says to himself "Oh, that must be the snow on the Alps. I am on course - so all is well."
After about another hour Ola looks out the window again down towards the ground. He sees an awful lot of blue down there. Ola says to himself "Oh, that must be the Mediterranean Sea. I am on course - so all is well."
After still another hour Ola looks out the windwo towards the ground. He sees an awful lot of ochre. Ola says to himself "Oh, that must be the Sahara desert. I am still on course - so all is well."
Then, after still another hour Ola looks out the window towards the ground. He sees an awful lot of green. Ola says to himself "That green stuff must be the African jungle. So I must be getting close to Mombassa. Now, let´s see - there is supposed to be a short landing strip somewhere down there. Oh yeah, over there! That looks like a short landing strip. I´ll take the plane down to land there!"
Said and done. Ola descends towards the short landing strip. Then he gently lands on the strip - and he brakes and brakes and brakes. Ola brakes the plane with all his heart and all his might. His arms get tired from pulling back as hard as he possibly can on the brake throttle. Finally the 747 comes to a stop just at the very end of the short landing strip and barely escapes the awful fate of rolling off into the jungle.
Ola leans back, lets out a gasp, wipes the sweat from his brow, looks to the left and then to the right and says to no one in particular:
"Whew, this sure is a real short landing strip! But dear lord how wide it is!" |