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...plus plane fare. The narcotics trade has been a boon to Paraguay's so-called "Mau Mau" pilots. The pilots fly contraband drugs north to the U.S. from Buenos Aires or from any of 500 tiny airstrips that dot Paraguay. The pilots joke that they have a "Cessna 500" (which can carry 500 Ibs. of cocaine) or a "Cessna 130" (130 kilos of heroin...
...Santa Marta Acatitla. In addition, the helicopter used in the escape was bought (for more than $25,000) rather than leased. The purchase was apparently a precaution against being accused of theft by the leasing company when the helicopter was taken over the border into Mexico. The single-engine Cessna used to complete the break was also purchased-and paid for in full with a cashier's check. Both planes carried the proper identifying numbers required by the Federal Aviation Administration...
After the jail break, the Cessna landed at Brownsville, Texas, to check in with U.S. Customs. Pilot Victor E. Stadter and Kaplan gave their correct names to customs officials, thus avoiding a charge of having entered the country under assumed identities. Proper flight plans were put on record with airport authorities, and Kaplan flew off toward California. He has not been heard from since...
...looked over the prison yard. He was accompanied by both men's wives. (Kaplan had married a Mexican woman-the only way he could have visitors, he said-without bothering to divorce New York Model Bonnie Sharie.) After the escape, Kaplan and Castro switched to a small Cessna at a nearby airfield and were flown to La Pesca airport near the Texas border, where two more planes awaited them. One flew Castro to Guatemala; the other flew Kaplan to Texas and then on to California. Kaplan used his own name when he passed U.S. customs at Brownsville. Both...
After the posh jets, the piston-engined Cessna 310 feels like a Volkswagen, but we zoom gallantly up over the brown hills pockmarked with ravines and gullies and head for Las Vegas and a fuel stop. A huge passenger jet bounces us gently in its wake and I shudder. We gas up; off to the southwest we see storm clouds and lightning. Never mind: we're off again. For a moment, I think of those scary instructions picked up back in New York: if both pilots conk out aloft, set the radio dials at 121.5 and ask whoever answers...