It reminded me of the first time I visited Australia, when I met a guy who asked me to spend the weekend at his family's farm. It turned out the farm was about 500 miles away, and he was going to fly us there in his 4-seater plane. His wife and kid sat in the back seats, so I had to sit in the co-pilot seat.
Once we were airborne, he asked if I had ever flown a plane. I said no, but I had used Microsoft flight simulator. "That's good enough" he said, and insisted I take over the controls while he poured us a cup of tea. I had heard that Aussies were a very casual breed, but this was ridiculous. After the tea, he read the newspaper, and refused to take back command until about half an hour before landing. What a thrill! That could never have happened in Scotland, or if it did we'd have ended up in jail for breaking dozens of laws, and hairdressing offences.
