The haze never cleared. Aviation forecast was 5 miles of visibility and MVFR. We weighed the aviation forecast against staying another night in the stinky Budget Hotel #1 in a town where some Zetas were apparently gunned down not far from our hotel the day before. Of course the Zetas did not figure into Ricardo’s calculation, but I silently inserted them on the “leaving” side of the scale when we were making a decision.
We departed for Veracruz.
Although we had low visibility and had to maintain a cruising altitude of, ahem, 1500 ft to avoid the haze and clouds, it was much better than the last time we flew into Veracruz. That time, in 2008, it was twilight and the airport seemed to have shut down for the day. They cleared us for landing, but we couldn’t find the airport. The air traffic controller responded to that with, “Oh, uh, I will go turn on the lights for you.” Wow… So, comparatively, this was cake.
As Ricardo says, "If ju don't hurt the plane, an ju don't hurt youself, then eet ees a good landing."
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