^ A great airplane. Barely fast enough to kill you.
Incredible aircraft. It landed more like a mosquito setting down.
I flew on one of those in Brazil, on the Negra River, a couple of times.
Huge balloon tires for landing on gravel/mud flats, with an enormous load of cargo/passengers.
On one occaision the barge I was going to was anchored in the middle of the river, to keep it safe from pirates and grounding.
There were huge mud flats on each side of the river, with cut grass growing on them, in clumps.
The pilot, an Iranian without a nation, landed that plane on one of the flats.
Bit of bouncing on the clumps of grass for maybe 75-100 meters and it came to a full rest about 10 meters from the river's edge, where there was a boat waiting for me and the gear I had brought.
I stepped off the ladder, onto the mud and sank up to my armpits.
The tail wheel had disappeared into the mud and the fuselage was resting on the mud.
The pilot was pretty adamant that I get my gear out of the plane ASAP, so that the tail wheel didn't get hung up, so they threw down a rotten tarp, and all of my gear, including a black market M60/ammo on top of it.
Then without any other message, he revved up the engine, until there was enough air flowing to lift the tail and took off in less distance than he landed in.
Left me there, in the warm mud, with the leeches, snakes and crocodiles, without any concern.
The guys in the boat, just got on the oars and slipped the boat across the soupy muck, to pick up the gear first, then me.
I had to take a lot of ribbing over that one for the rest of the trip. A couple of the deck crew would look at me with big smiles on their faces and wave their arms, making all kinds of noise. They thought it was a great joke. Nice guys though, very friendly and always seemed to have a jug of Chuchaca handy for a wee snort on a cool evening.
They brewed that stuff from green immature coconuts in a barrel stashed in their quarters. Used the juice from mature coconuts to get things fermenting with the natural yeasts. A batch took about three days, when they would cook it off. They had to be careful not to let it ferment to long or it quickly turned poisonous.
Those deckhands had been making the stuff for fuel and drinking, since birth and were experts.
Never once even felt a trace of a hangover. Very potent stuff.