Part of the joys of riding an open Huey is the sense of freedom you get. No safety belt, no rails, no closed door. Just an open door and one of the whirly's skis about two feet down. Gives you a great view of the world below; Feel the breeze on your face, the fresh summer… yup, it's summer, funny that, seeing as it's November. Back home, people are probably already starting to think about Christmas and pulling the mothballs out of the winter coats, and here I am, thousands of miles away from home, hundreds of feet above the ground, with my flak jacket open a little bit because it's so hot and muggy out in this place.
From what I can see