Story here. Noi Bai Airport serves Hanoi.
So, if anyone here forgot where they parked their jetliner, this could be it.
Dude, where’s my plane?
727? Soo close.
If anyone finds a 737 lying around somewhere, though, give me a call…
I’ll take it. You know, if nobody else wants it…
Gonna spend your OSAP money on the parking fees then? It’s a tiny bit more than the full tilt for parking on Bay Street. At King. At 5pm on a Friday.
In the centre lane.
Wasn’t there a similar story in Africa a few years back?
Is somebody doing this for a hobby?
There was this one that was stolen in Africa and found to have been repainted and being used as a fuel tanker.
Man, I always liked 727s, especially now they’re getting to be fairly rare.
Re: the Africa story, Some years back, I was working in Angola, and every time I flew into Luanda, there was a motley collection of 727 freighters there, apparently making UN aid flights to the interior. Often the vertical stabilizers were covered in mud, I guess indicating that they were landing and taking off from dirt strips, which I thought was pretty bold for a big-ass jetliner like that.
Now that I think about it, during that time there was a civilianized C-130 sitting at Luanda airport under similar circumstances as the story in the OP: had been flown in and the operator abandoned it, or couldn’t pay the landing fees, or something, so it just sat there and rotted.
Sorry, I’ll stop rambling now.
A 727 is among the least desirable large aircraft these days. Some would have little more than scrap value.
I didn’t forget it, I left it there!
Look, I was out drinking with the Central Council guys. Jeez, you get some of these old war vets goin’ and they get wild. Next thing you know, it’s Wednesday morning and I’m sitting on a sidewalk wearing a green jacket with women’s panties on my head.
So I’m so hung over and frazzled, I just call a cab. Dude takes me to the airport, I hop a plane for Bangkok and I’m through there and on my way to Tokyo before I remember “sh*t, the plane!” So I call the airport and the dude on the phone says “not your plane, man. Woman says she own plane.” Oh crap. :eek:
So anyway, I’m still trying to work through the bureaucracy here to get the title to the d**n plane back. In the meantime, if some broad from Viet Nam tries to sell it to you on eBay, don’t buy it. And call me ASAP.
Man, I really HATE it when that happens. 
It could be a variant of the Trojan horse. The plane is probably packed full of commandos who will sneak out after dark to get some pho.
Does it have a green tennis ball at the end of the antenna?