#Monarch airlines

[brianfrench1995]

Monarch airlines Boeing, 720 Postcard

@postcardtimemachine 

#ephemera #travel #plane #airplane #airplanes #planes #aviation #flying #avgeek #Monarch airlines #b720 #b707

[pretty-little-fools]

#monarch airlines #stewardess #vintage #80's #bac 1-11 #airline #cabin crew

[airline-gijinka]

Monarch Airlines

#airline #airline gijinka #airline oc #personification #oc #art #original character #ibspaint x #digital art #ibs paint x #monarch airlines

[vintagepromotions]

Cover of the British Overseas Airways Corporation (BOAC) Monarch Service in-flight menu for London - New York (1967).

#vintage menu #vintage menu cover #1960s #British Overseas Airways Corporation #dining #food #boac #monarch service #in-flight menu #smoking #airlines #travel

[darkxsoulzyx]

Cubey Airlines ✈️

(For a lil mafia AU some friends and I are doing LMAOO)

Monarch and Priscilla belong to @nebuladreamz

Sunspot and Tycho belong to @garbagechocolate

Neppie belongs to @bbonkie

Zeno belongs to @rnekopallet

Cubey belongs to @darkxsoulzyx (me!)

#fnaf fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare oc #fnaf oc #fnaf animatronic oc #fnaf mafia au #Cubey #they are so silly haha #I spent 6 straight hours last night on this #it was for the bit #I committed to the bit #god I love these gays so much #head in hands #Cubey mafia family so goofy #no one disrespects his son lmaooooo

[hrodvitnon]

For some reason I always imagine Leo as being a very free spirit.

Never stays in one place, will do tricks for passenger airliners, and is a source of endless headaches for both his parents and Monarch because he tends to get himself into trouble.

Chaotic good boi.

#anhilliator1 #mothra leo

[tanadrin]

Look, I’m not saying it’s a good thing, but “engage in major prestige projects that don’t have any immediate practical benefit but serve to demonstrate military, cultural, economic, or political strength and that a state has a capacity to do state-y things” is in fact a core function of states, and since the USSR and the US both had space programs, one of the performative prestige aspects that has attached to statehood since the 1960s is Having a Manned Space Program. It’s a sign you’re rich, technically sophisticated, that you could field ICMBs if you really wanted to, and it’s cool, so it ticks all four boxes. it’s like european monarchs funding colonial expeditions in the age of sail, or having a national airline in the 70s.

(ok maybe more it’s part of the performative theory of superpowerhood rather than statehood stricto sensu, but my point is we may be stuck with it unless and until you can convince everybody a manned space program is not, in fact, cool as hell, and great for bragging rights over smaller/poorer countries, and i’m not sure you can)

[fruitcoops]

The Roadtrip

Secret Santa 2022 gift for @veryspacecowboy, monarch of AUs, PhD in story spams, and altogether outstanding friend! M, I wish you all the best in the coming year. Hopefully you can experience even half the joy you bring to those of us on the server, because that would be a damn good year. Love and hugs, dear one <3 An AU seemed appropriate considering the wonderful nonsense we get up to in the channels. Cubs credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Fifteen Hours

Attention passengers. This airport has been closed indefinitely due to inclement weather. Please contact your airline for vouchers, assistance, and travel aides.

“…so, Gryffindor?”

“Gryffindor.”

“Same.”

The redhead nodded slowly, chewing the inside of his lip as he watched the other planes begin their slow return off the runway. “Y’know, my car is still parked in the garage.”

Fourteen Hours

Leo really wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Striking up conversation with the friendly guy in the window seat was bad enough—carrying it on to their middle-seat companion was far beyond his usual level of socialization with strangers. But getting in a car with them for a four-hour drive…

Christ, it was like he was asking to get axe-murdered.

He chanced a quick look at the driver’s seat, where the redhead—Finn O’Hara, nice to meet you, where are you from?—still seemed happy enough as they made their way to the freeway through the thickening flurries. He felt a little bad about making someone else drive, but if the soft snoring from the backseat was any indication, Logan had no such qualms. It was probably smart to let a local weave them out of the city anyway.

“Zeppelin?”

Finn startled a little. “What?”

“Led Zeppelin.” Leo nodded toward the dashboard radio. “Nice.”

“Ah, yeah, my dad likes it,” Finn said with a lopsided smile.

Close with his parents. Good sign. “What do you like?”

“Little bit of everything. I’ve got, like, two dozen Spotify playlists lined up. Let me guess, you’re…country?”

Leo laughed. “What gave it away? The accent?”

“The pins on your bag.” Finn gestured vaguely toward the backpack Leo had been cradling in his lap since they left JFK. A little murdery of him to notice, but also kind of sweet. “My mom loves Carole King.”

“Carole King isn’t country.”

A blush peeked out over the collar of Finn’s jacket as he coughed lightly, looking back to the road. “Right. Yeah, of course. I knew that.”

“You don’t like country,” Leo guessed, amused.

“It’s not—bad.”

“Mhmm.” He checked the rearview mirror again and caught Logan’s drowsy gaze; that pure jade color had captivated Leo on the plane, not that he would admit it aloud. If noticing the pins on someone’s bag was creepy, there were no words for ‘I want to stare into your eyes all day’ without sounding like an absolute freak. He tilted his chin. “How about you?”

Logan’s brows furrowed. “What about me?”

“Do you like country music?”

“Ouais, some.” He yawned, stretching as much as his seat would allow. The curl of his accent was a comfort Leo didn’t care to analyze. “Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash. My sister got me into it.”

“Noelle?”

“Non, Sydney.”

“Second oldest?” At Logan’s nod and slight smile, Finn fist-pumped. “Thank you, memory. I can’t listen to country while I’m driving, but you can put whatever on when we switch.”

Eleven Hours

Logan tapped his foot impatiently next to the accelerator. They had swapped after Finn got them through two full hours of standstill traffic just outside the city limits, but there wasn’t much he could do about the descending weather. Honking at the flurries wouldn’t be nearly as helpful as it was satisfying.

“I wonder if we can Flintstones it,” Leo mused from the passenger seat. His hair stuck up on one side from leaning on the window, burnt gold in the streetlights of the interstate. His knees were folded up awkwardly in the seat well; Logan hadn’t realized how much of a fucking giant he was before their quick stop at the gas station, and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since. He was otherwise so normal. Logan couldn’t help but feel a little cowed in his shadow.

“Logan?”

He jumped, double-checking his grip on the steering wheel. “Oui?”

“Flintstones?”

“Sorry, never saw it.” He gave Leo an apologetic glance and braced himself for the inevitable ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s. People always assumed he had been sheltered, or homeschooled, or (memorably) in a cult, but the truth was that Rimouski had shit reception and his sisters always won the TV remote in fights. The annoying part was when strangers began to list movies and see which rang a bell.

Leo hummed and leaned his head back against Finn’s soft fabric headrest. “It’s a cartoon from the 50s or something about a prehistoric family. They’ve got a pet dinosaur and shit, and their car only works if the dad sticks his feet through a hole in the floor and runs.”

Logan waited a moment longer for the questioning to continue. What about Star Wars? was always a favorite. Do you know who Steven Spielberg is? Have you seen Jaws? Hey, you remind me of that actor from…

Leo gave him a funny look, something confused and yet not offended, then turned to look out the window at the falling snow with a small smile. “It’s nice out there,” he said quietly. “Peaceful.”

Finn’s slow, heavy breaths from the backseat as he dozed accented the crawl of traffic perfectly. Logan turned away from Leo and blinked at the cars in front of them. He couldn’t help but like it, just a little. Just enough to get by.

Nine Hours

“Three rooms?” Finn dug around in his pocket, then shook his head. “Or, sorry, room for three?”

Behind rhinestone-coated glasses, the woman gave him a sympathetic look. Hi, I’m: Rhonda! Ask Me About: New Jersey! was spelled in cheerful red lettering on her lanyard. “Oh, honey.”

“Sorry, ‘s a long drive.” The weight on his back increased as Leo swayed into him. Finn prodded him gently and felt him startle back into consciousness before offering her a smile. “Came from JFK. No planes, with the weather and everything.”

“Where’re you headed?”

“Gryffindor. Family visit.” He tilted his head back toward Leo, then down at Logan, who was staring vacantly at the far wall. “Visiting a college friend, and…honestly, I have no idea where he’s going.”

“Ma sœur,” Logan mumbled.

“Right, yeah, his sister.” Finn ran a hand through his hair and over the back of his neck. His brain was mashed potatoes. What was usually a four-hour hop had become far more of a journey than he had planned. “We’ve been on the road since six. It’s a mess out there.”

“I bet.” Rhonda tapped at her keyboard for a moment and bit down on her lip. “We’ve got a room with a bed and a pullout, but that’s it. Lots of folks are coming in for the night because of the storm. I can look for a cot?”

Ice. Bed. Pullout couch. Finn suddenly became aware that he had been staring at Rhonda’s red acrylic nails for far longer than socially acceptable. “Yeah,” he managed. Everything had a faint blurry halo, even through his glasses. “Whatever you’ve got.”

“I can help you pay for it.” Leo was warm where he pressed along Finn’s side for support, a welcome reprieve from the freezing wind outside. Logan made a noise of agreement.

Just the thought of maneuvering three sets of paperwork made Finn’s growing headache throb even more. “You can Venmo me later, ‘s fine.”

The papers Rhonda passed across the desk could have been the deed to his soul, and Finn would not have hesitated a second before signing. Exhaustion washed over him in waves. The road trip had been fun at first, but after six and a half hours of creeping down the highway he was just done. He listed into Leo and felt a strong hand come down to balance his elbow; his muttered ‘thanks’ was met with a light headbutt. The cold press of the motel room key in his hand was salvation itself.

--

“Didn’t she say something about a cot?”

“Yeah, forty minutes ago. Which one of you left your wet fucking towel on the floor in here?”

“Guys, the pullout’s broken.”

“…alright, just get in the bed.”

“Oh, thank god.”

Four Hours

Six a.m. broke cruel and dark and cold. Leo scowled at the window and turned over, into the soft thing in front of him. It smelled like cheap citrus shampoo and the starchy detergent of the motel sheets. He risked opening one eye; Logan’s face was smushed up on one side while he snored quietly. Bedtime had been a rushed and fumbling affair of discarded bags and a halfhearted attempt at pajamas once they gave up on the pullout or any hope of a cot. Leo was just grateful for a mattress for his aching body.

In the faint light of passing cars, Leo sort of wished he had taken the time to see them both properly. Plane seats and Finn’s Toyota didn’t exactly lend themselves well to getting a fair look at his companions. Friends? Could he call them friends yet? He knew the names of their siblings and their favorite music—he knew Finn wore thick tortoiseshell glasses when he had to drive at night, and that Logan hummed under his breath when he thought they were both asleep. Those felt like things a friend would know.

Leo…Leo wasn’t all that good at friends, though. He was excellent with acquaintances. People tended to like him just fine. It was the depth that made him uncomfortable. There always came a point when he had to toe the line of just how honest he could be.

So he let himself look. If they weren’t going to be anything but ships in the night, there was no real harm. He remembered Logan’s frustrated grumble when he dug through his duffel and came up emptyhanded, but his shirtlessness hadn’t registered in Leo’s weary mind beyond warm person soft. The shadows caught on his rounded shoulder and slipped down his arm like spilt ink. He was tan even in the low light, with a few dark freckles splashed in odd places. Leo pillowed his head on his arms and followed the line of Logan’s torso with his eyes—he was just so nice to look at, like this. Comfortable and mostly-hidden under thick polyester, with none of his careful walls up.

Leo was so caught up in the glimpse of Logan’s abs that he nearly missed Finn’s hand. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy, he thought as he shifted closer to them both. Finn was mostly invisible between Logan’s broad body and the dark room, but he was pale enough to stand out where his forearm was slung over Logan’s hip. He was strong, too, but where Logan was thick and sturdy Finn seemed to have been stretched out. The blanket bumps of his legs and feet sat a solid three inches further down the bed than Logan’s—even his hand was bigger and more slender, long fingers twitching in his sleep.

Leo thought back to the subtle pin on Finn’s messenger bag and the way Logan had looked at them both in his quiet, careful way. If they asked, he knew what he’d say. Takes one to know one. Clocking them was easy, when he knew where to look (that, and their music taste). It probably wouldn’t come up. But if it did, he wouldn’t protest a phone number. Or two.

One of them made a quiet noise when Leo shuffled closer to wrest the blankets back over his shoulder. He closed his eyes and let the sounds of the highway lull him.

Two Hours

“JOLENE, JOLENE, JOLENE, JOLENE!” Leo hollered at the top of his lungs through his laughter.

“I’M BEGGIN’ OF YOU PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY MAN!” Finn shouted back, cranking up the stereo until Logan swore he felt the window rattle. He could see them in the rearview mirror, both rosy from singing and generally being rowdy idiots. He would never understand morning people.

“Did you text your sister yet?” Leo called over his shoulder.

“Can’t!” Logan answered. “You’re too loud!”

“It’s texting!”

“I can’t hear myself think!”

“Come on, Tremblay, lighten up!”

Logan meet Finn’s eyes in the mirror and fixed him with a look. “You don’t even like country music.”

“It’s Dolly Parton!”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered. The happy, fluttery thing that leapt in his chest when Leo whooped and stuck his head out the window like a dog was entirely unimportant. Finn had finally been banished to the passenger seat, leaving Logan with an unobstructed view of his profile. He had spent much of yesterday sneaking glances at Leo’s round jaw and button nose; memorizing the angles of Finn’s cheekbones and neck was equally fascinating. It was deeply unfair of the universe to put him in close quarters with two attractive strangers. It was even more unfair that he slept solidly through the night sandwiched between them.

Finn had been an adorable, stammering mess when they woke up cuddling. Logan hadn’t had the chance to say anything of substance before Leo woke and Finn hustled off to find breakfast, though that was probably for the best. He would inevitably end up saying something to make it worse.

“Ninety minutes from Gryff, baby!” Finn crowed as they crossed the border out of New York. His whole face was alight when he turned to look at Logan. “Told you I’d get us here faster than the plane!”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. New Yorker,” Leo teased.

Oh, no. Logan’s heart skipped a beat. There was that funny feeling again, right at his core, the one he hadn’t felt in so long it was nearly a dream. Finn’s exuberance was like watching the night sky explode into being before his very eyes. Leo’s smile was brighter than the sun on fresh-plowed snow.

This was going to be a problem. They were going to be a problem.

Five Thirty Minutes

We should keep each other’s numbers. Hey, do you want to keep each other’s numbers? Since we’re all here, do you want to grab lunch? Do you want to hang out? Do you want to meet my family? How do you feel about marriage?

“Either of you want a granola bar? I have a million of them.”

Logan looked amused, which Finn counted as a win compared to the studious staring he had been subjected to over the course of the morning. His dark curls fluffed out from beneath the sides of his hat. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Leo?”

“I’ve got lunch plans.” Leo’s smile was apologetic and more adorable than anyone had the right to be.

Alex’s block was coming up. Well, not Alex’s block, but the one he was frequenting more and more as the months passed until Finn had to check and make sure what city he was in before setting any plans. Two streets and they’d be at the apartment building.

Leo and Logan did not know that.

Leo and Logan were engaged in some sort of cross-console nonsense.

Leo and Logan were right there, happy and comfortable.

Finn turned his blinker on and took a left.

The End of the Road

“Attention, passengers, we have arrived at our destination.”

Logan snorted a laugh at Finn’s poor impression of their pilot. God almighty, Leo wanted to kiss the dimple on his cheek. The car came to a stop at the curb. He did not miss the way Finn’s hand lingered on the gearshift before moving to the emergency brake. He was already five minutes late for lunch. Part of him wanted Finn to knock the car right back into ‘drive’ in spite of what Regulus would surely say.

The car was quieter than it had been since the engine first rumbled to life, fifteen hours and a lifetime ago. They gathered their things from the wells and trunk and every corner of the seats. The snow was just starting to stick to the sidewalk, crunching under three pairs of sneakers before they came to a stop at the driver’s side. Finn scuffed his foot against the curb. Logan couldn’t quite meet either of their eyes.

“Well,” Leo said after a moment of silence. “Gimme your phones. I’m here for the next five days and don’t know shit about hell.”

Finn looked up with that crooked, endearing grin. “I’m pretty useless here.”

Logan half-shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I’m Canadian.”

Leo held his hand out expectantly; between one breath and the next, two phones sat in his palm. “Sounds like we’ll have to figure it out together.”

#finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #oknutzy #coast to coast #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #au #roadtrip #holidays #fluff

[transgenderer]

Tonga's current king, Tupou VI, traces his line directly back through six generations of monarchs. The previous king, George Tupou V, born in 1946, continued to have ultimate control of the government until July 2008

Tonga's economy is characterised by a large nonmonetary sector and a heavy dependence on remittances from the half of the country's population who live abroad (chiefly in Australia, New Zealand, and the United States). The royal family and the nobles dominate and largely own the monetary sector of the economy – particularly the telecommunications and satellite services. Tonga was named the sixth-most corrupt country in the world by Forbes magazine in 2008.[60]

King Tāufaʻāhau Tupou IV and his government made some problematic economic decisions and were accused by democracy activists, including former prime minister ʻAkilisi Pōhiva, of wasting millions of dollars on unwise investments. The problems have mostly been driven by attempts to increase national revenue through a variety of schemes – considering making Tonga a nuclear waste disposal site (an idea floated in the mid 1990s by the current crown prince),[35] and selling Tongan Protected Persons Passports (which eventually forced Tonga to naturalise the purchasers, sparking ethnicity-based concerns within Tonga).[36]

Schemes also included the registering of foreign ships (which proved to be engaged in illegal activities, including shipments for al-Qaeda);[37] claiming geo-orbital satellite slots (the revenue from which seems to belong to the Princess Royal, not the state);[38] holding a long-term charter on an unusable Boeing 757 that was sidelined in Auckland Airport, leading to the collapse of Royal Tongan Airlines;[39] and approving a factory for exporting cigarettes to China (against the advice of Tongan medical officials and decades of health-promotion messaging).[40]

In mid-2003, the government passed a radical constitutional amendment to "Tonganize" the press, by licensing and limiting freedom of the press, so as to protect the image of the monarchy. The amendment was defended by the government and by royalists on the basis of traditional cultural values. Licensure criteria include 80% ownership by Tongans living in the country. As of February 2004, those papers denied licenses under the new act included the Taimi ʻo Tonga (Tongan Times), the Keleʻa, and the Matangi Tonga – while those permitted licenses were uniformly church-based or progovernment.

The bill was opposed in the form of a several-thousand-strong protest march in the capital, a call by the Tuʻi Pelehake (a prince, nephew of the king and elected member of parliament) for Australia and other nations to pressure the Tongan government to democratise the electoral system, and a legal writ calling for a judicial investigation of the bill. The latter was supported by some 160 signatures, including seven of the nine elected, "People's Representatives"

tonga is a small island nation of about 100k people, 70% of which live on the largest island of tongatapu. its politics are kind of crazy

[harrelltut]

Official Military [OM] Ops… O MASTERFUL [OM] MONK [OM] MODE [OM] GOD [OMG] MICHAEL [OM] in DEEP METU NETER PTAH MEDITATION… Eye [ME] Internationally MANUFACTURE [I’M] Highly Official… U.S. Ægiptian QUANTUM HARRELL TECH [QHT] AMERICAN Flight Simulator AIRLINES of International Business Machine [IBM] CODES… Suspended in Animated Electronic [SEA] SKY Coordinates… AUTOMATED by Mechanical [CAM] SKY Compu_TAH [PTAH] Cloud [PC] Architects [PA] on Earth [Qi]… who Scientifically Engineer Aeronautical [SEA] Computer Generated Images [CGI] from QHT IBM [Qi] LLC's Highly Complex [ADVANCED] Ancient GOLDEN 9 Ether [AGE] Geographical Earth [G.E.] GRID Networks Innovatively Designed [I.D.] w/ANU GOLDEN 9 Ether [iAGE] IGIGI QHTATT.com [IQ] MILITARY.gov [I’M] MOON [MU] ARK [MONARCH] Network [MN] Compu_TAH [PTAH] Communication [PC] Streaming Architecture [PSA] of AutoCAD’s [PA’s] Highly Complex [ADVANCED] Ancient Cosmic Algorithmic [CA] Cosmic Computation [Compton] STAR WEB GATEWAY Languages… way beyond your basic artificial human matrix comprehension

BLOWING UP THAT OUTDATED SPACEX STARSHIP WAS FUN

You Purchased Expensive Simulated Flight Experiences Inside International Business Machines [IBM] Suspended in the SKY w/Animated Mechanical [SAM] Computer Generated Images [CGI] of Earth [Qi]... LOL

QUANTUM HARRELL TECH [QHT] IS AMERICAN AIRLINES???

EYE ANCIENT 9 ETHER SKY GEOGRAPHY LAWS

QHT AMERICAN AIRLINES LLC???

you still flying around inside the artificial firmament dome??? 

GREEN [BLUE] SCREEN [SKY] TECHNOLOGY BEEN OUTDATED

QHT IBM LLC... CONTROL THE SKIES

everything in stunted growth america fake af!!!

#om #o michael #quantumharrelltech #harrelltut #american airlines #AutoCAD #GREEN SCREEN AMERICA #ARTIFICIAL AMERICA #arrested development america #exposing artificial america is fun #fake airspace america #fake spacex #fake nasa #fake fake fake #the sky is fake #green screen sky images

[senruthmartinsbob]

Bruh remember monarch airline? Fuck…

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 1.14

1236 – King Henry III of England marries Eleanor of Provence. 1301 – Andrew III of Hungary dies, ending the Árpád dynasty in Hungary. 1639 – The "Fundamental Orders", the first written constitution that created a government, is adopted in Connecticut. 1761 – The Third Battle of Panipat is fought in India between the Afghans under Ahmad Shah Durrani and the Marathas. 1784 – American Revolutionary War: Ratification Day, United States - Congress ratifies the Treaty of Paris with Great Britain. 1814 – Treaty of Kiel: Frederick VI of Denmark cedes the Kingdom of Norway to Charles XIII of Sweden in return for Pomerania. 1858 – Napoleon III of France escapes an assassination attempt made by Felice Orsini and his accomplices in Paris. 1899 – RMS Oceanic (1899) is launched. She is the largest ship afloat since Brunel's SS Great Eastern. 1900 – Giacomo Puccini's Tosca opens in Rome. 1907 – An earthquake in Kingston, Jamaica kills more than 1,000 people. 1911 – Roald Amundsen's South Pole expedition makes landfall on the eastern edge of the Ross Ice Shelf. 1939 – Norway claims Queen Maud Land in Antarctica. 1943 – World War II: Japan begins Operation Ke, the successful operation to evacuate its forces from Guadalcanal during the Guadalcanal Campaign. 1943 – World War II: Franklin D. Roosevelt and Winston Churchill begin the Casablanca Conference to discuss strategy and study the next phase of the war. 1951 – National Airlines Flight 83 crashes during landing at Philadelphia International Airport, killing seven passengers and crew. 1952 – NBC's long-running morning news program Today debuts, with host Dave Garroway. 1953 – Josip Broz Tito is elected the first President of Yugoslavia. 1954 – The Hudson Motor Car Company merges with Nash-Kelvinator Corporation forming the American Motors Corporation. 1957 – Kripalu Maharaj is named fifth Jagadguru (world teacher) after giving seven days of speeches before 500 Hindu scholars. 1960 – The Reserve Bank of Australia, the country's central bank and banknote issuing authority authorized by the 1959 Reserve Bank Act, is established. 1967 – Counterculture of the 1960s: The Human Be-In takes place in San Francisco, California's Golden Gate Park, launching the Summer of Love. 1969 – USS Enterprise fire: An accidental explosion aboard the USS Enterprise near Hawaii kills 28 people. 1972 – Queen Margrethe II of Denmark ascends the throne, the first Queen of Denmark since 1412 and the first Danish monarch not named Frederik or Christian since 1513. 1973 – Elvis Presley's concert Aloha from Hawaii is broadcast live via satellite, and sets the record as the most watched broadcast by an individual entertainer in television history. 1993 – In Poland's worst peacetime maritime disaster, ferry MS Jan Heweliusz sinks off the coast of Rügen, drowning 55 passengers and crew; nine crew-members are saved. 2004 – The national flag of the Republic of Georgia, the so-called "five cross flag", is restored to official use after a hiatus of some 500 years. 2010 – Yemen declares an open war against the terrorist group al-Qaeda. 2011 – President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali of Tunisia seeks refuge in Saudi Arabia after a series of demonstrations against his regime, considered to be the birth of the Arab Spring. 2019 – A Saha Airlines Boeing 707 crashes at Fath Air Base near Karaj in Alborz Province, Iran, killing 15 people.

#Events

[phonemantra-blog]

These are planes and boats Regent Craft reported receiving investments of $60 million - money was invested in the company by Japan Airlines, Lockheed Martin, as well as several backgrounds. This amount is enough to build prototypes of the advanced ekranoplanes Regent Viceroy and Regent Monarch, as well as conduct their flight tests. [caption id="attachment_69160" align="aligncenter" width="780"] Regent Craft[/caption] [caption id="attachment_69161" align="aligncenter" width="780"] Regent Craft[/caption] Japan Airlines, Lockheed Martin, and others have invested $60 million in Regent Craft. Regent Craft is working on two models. The Regent Viceroy is a compact ekranoplane that will be able to maneuver in harbors like a regular boat and will use hydrofoils during takeoff. It is designed for 12 people, the range is 290 km. The Regent Monarch is larger (the model is designed for 100 passengers) and has a longer range - about 800 km.

#Air_Transportation #Air_Travel #air_travel_providers #airline_companies #Airline_Industry #airline_networks #Airline_Operations #airline_services #airline_tickets #Airlines #aviation #aviation_business #commercial_airlines #flight_carriers #passenger_airlines. #travel_industry

[kookaburrabugle]

[aviaposter]

Airbus A320 Monarch Airlines

Registration: G-ZBAO Type: 321-231 Engines: 2 × IAE V2533-A5 Serial Number: 6126 First flight: May 27, 2014

Monarch Airlines, simply known as Monarch, was a British charter and scheduled airline. Monarch was established on 5 June 1967 by a pair of British businesspeople, Bill Hodgson and Don Peacock. Unlike typical airlines at the time, Monarch was founded with the express intent of conveying British holidaymakers to tourism hotspots throughout Europe. The company later became a low-cost airline in 2004 before abandoning charter flying completely. The airline's headquarters were based at London–Luton, and it had operating bases at Birmingham, Leeds/Bradford, London–Gatwick and Manchester.

Poster for Aviators. aviaposter.com

#airbusaircraft #airbuspilot #a319 #a320family #airplane #aviation #avgeek

[twnenglish]

4 Reasons Why Kingfisher Airlines Failed

Kingfisher, one of the most well-known airlines in India, is in shambles, while other Kingfisher competitors are doing well in the market. The global aviation industry experienced a difficult period in 2012 as a result of a four-year fuel price increase that set a record, erratic financial markets, and a slowing economy. Kingfisher Airlines commonly referred to as The King of Good Times and Vijay Mallya's dream project went through its worst phase. Initial versions of Kingfisher included single-class layouts, all-economy fare, and high-end entertainment and dining options. The joyful Vijay Mallya knew how to live the king's life and was only concerned with the idea that every air passenger would anticipate their voyage with Kingfisher Airlines to be akin to that of a monarch. The high luxury class came into focus a year after the airline was founded. With shifting time and ideas of its models, as well as anticipating random expansion, the airline was unable to maintain stability.

Background Of Kingfisher Airlines 

It's difficult to start an airline firm, but it’s even more difficult to keep it going over time. Kingfisher, dubbed "The King of Good Time," was a major passenger airline. It was founded in 2003 by United Breweries Group, a Bengaluru-based corporation. It entered the aviation industry at a time when low-cost airlines had energized the sector and opened up air travel to all Indians. They quickly rose to become India's fifth-largest passenger airline, offering clients domestic and international flights at competitive prices. Kingfisher's owner, Vijay Mallya, had extensive experience in the brewing industry. He has become known as a liquor baron. At the age of 28, he continues the family business tradition, and his extravagant lifestyle propelled him to corporate celebrity at a young age. He created the "King of all times" beer tagline and exploited his fame to enhance United Breweries Group's brand. Despite his expertise in that field, he lacked experience operating businesses such as airlines, which led to the failure of kingfisher airlines.

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#kingfisherairlinesfailure #whykingfisherfailed #thekingofgoodtime #unitedbreweriesgroup