I knew I shouldn't have just jumped into that Learjet parked at GCLP and taken off.
Never flown in that plane before.
But nobody was looking, and the opportunity was just to good to be true.
While the flight went pretty well thanks to some serious use of the autopilot, the landing did bite me hard.
After three go-around I finally got the plane onto the tarmac roughly pointed into the right direction. But I shouldn't have slammed the brakes on contact... I believe the nose wheel collapsed.
Luckily no harm done (to me), but I preferred not to wait for the fire brigade and police rushing out to the wreck.
Now I'm hiding in the bush close to the airport. I need to find a way to get out of here. These guys do look pretty angry.
PS: Seems I have some difficulties differentiating between "dusk" and "dawn".
I've realised I've flown all flights except the first one at the wrong time of day.
That flight to Madeira was in pitch black night.
But I believe I've understood now. Dawn = morning, dusk = evening... gotta remember that till the next flight...