On the main hanger deck with the aircraft elevator up:
Out on the flight deck two of the ship's helicopters were set up. I was even invited to sit in the pilot's seat, but declined due to the contortions required to enter and the tiny seat. Definitely a space for a young, limber, skinny person.
Fifty cal. machine gun..... I want one!
Tristan spent a couple hours running his elderly Father and youngish Mother up and down ramps and stairs (more like ladders). It was great to see where our son works: however, also very good to get away from the real world and back to our cloistered island.
