Chapter 90 Huxley

• We put our bags in, get into our seats, and buckle ourselves in. Then we both pull on our headsets and adjust the microphones. I run through the safety procedures and standard checks, and then when we’re all ready, turn the helicopter on.
• Some people might find it strange that I don’t mind flying when I’m afraid of heights, but as long as I don’t look directly down, for some reason I’m absolutely fine, and I actually enjoy it. Titus, Mack, and I took helicopter flying lessons a couple of years ago, and I fly regularly enough that I’m comfortable doing it now. I open the throttle to increase the speed of the rotor, pull up on the collective, and depress the left foot pedal to counteract the torque as the pitch of the blades changes. When it gets light on its skids, I grip the cyclic and nudge the helicopter forward, and slowly we rise, head out over Waitemata Harbour, and fly east.
• “Are we going to Waiheke Island?” Elizabeth asks. I’d kept it a secret up until now.