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When the Sun Blinked Book 1 Search for the Truth

On the morning of October 08 2015, Alpha Intercontinental Flight AHA 113 was approaching Cape Town International Airport at 09:15 in the morning. It had originally departed New York the previous night on schedule. From New York it travelled to Dubai and after its regular stop for refuelling and fresh catering etc, it departed Dubai and fourteen hours later, approaching Cape Town and due to touchdown in the next ten minutes, simply vanished from both visual sight and radar. It was not the only disappearance of aircraft in the surrounding space.

But, it is the one I know about.

Flight AHA 113 was never seen or heard from again, despite extensive rescue efforts mounted. No wreckage was ever found, no traces of luggage were ever seen. It was as if Flight AHA 113 had simply never existed.

But … Flight AHA 113 had existed. It did in fact crash into the sea, close enough to land that while 237 passengers perished either as a result of the crash itself or trying to make it to shore, 28 survivors eventually made it to safety.

This is their story

Author Details

dave harvey
I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa in 1951. I spent my early years in Linbro Park, a suburb of Johannesburg, on a small holding of peach trees, asparagus and rhubarb, exploring the long disused next-door cemetery with my two brothers and avoiding snakes and our Grandfather's beady eyes. From there the family relocated to a farm in Chingola, Northern Rhodesia (later Zambia). Given the farm was carved out of virgin forest, it was back to avoiding snakes and other inhabitants of the thick bush – I often look back and wonder how I survived all my carefree cavorting in the bush and forests and encounters with some of Africa's most poisonous snakes. From Zambia we relocated to Rhodesia (later Zimbabwe) where I finished my schooling and then attended university in South Africa. After completing my degree, I spent the best part of the following five years in the Rhodesian border war, eventually leaving Rhodesia when the war ended and relocated back to South Africa. Somehow it seemed that all of my school years were spent at isolated boarding schools, buried deep in the bush in both Northern Rhodesia and Rhodesia learning a deep and abiding love for Africa and wild life.