“In as legalized terminology as I could muster, I wrote an email saying that in the event of a crash I’d fund any additional recovery costs in excess of £50,000”
BACK to the tower. An email from the British suggested I was a competent pilot, so that box was now ticked.
The Americans confirmed that my search and rescue policy included Greenland, but they wouldn’t increase my policy from £50,000 to unlimited.
I tried a dozen insurance firms by email and phone. No one offered unlimited cover. Air Greenland said they’d need two weeks to assess the risks.
In as legalized terminology as I could muster, I wrote an email saying that in the event of a crash I’d fund any additional recovery costs in excess of £50,000. It then went on to say that if any mission was to simply recover my body that my estate would cover those costs.
I’d be a popsicle by then so I wouldn’t care. Having said that, I wanted to preserve as much money as I could for my daughter and family. I sent the email to my Danish CAA contact and my solicitor in England.
My will contained the sum of £10,000 to my dad. He was waiting for a heart op in the next week or two, but he’d receive the said amount if, in the event of my untimely passing, he bared his bum at the top of Bolton Town Hall steps.
If he chose not to, the money would go to charity. As a former insolvency accountant and serious chap, there was no way he’d do it, but the thought of his dilemma had always put a smile on my face.
Rob, meanwhile, had had various conversations with the chaps in Europe, and it seemed permission would be granted to fly on with the proviso that I abided by Cap BL9-6 and that my whole trip was beyond Danish Airspace by the 9 June. I readily agreed, since 11 days should be plenty.
Then, with a smile on his face, Jacob read out the conditions of Cap BL9-6. No flying above 10,000ft, which ruled out the shortest route over the icecap towards the west coast. It’d add at least four days onto the trip.
With all the boxes now ticked I picked my stuff up, feeling damn pleased I was on my way again. Then I started to feel scared again.