Crossing the Tasman Sea in a light aircraft is an expensive undertaking. Compared to my first crossing in 2016, it was considerably more expensive in July 2026. If you're considering a crossing you may wish to base your border and handling budget on the following.
Item
Description
Cost
ASIC
An Australian Security Identity Card (ASIC) must be worn at all security‑controlled airports. Fair enough for the big international hubs — but at the tiny airfields with one or two flights a week, it feels like bureaucracy gone wild. In 8+ years of holding a valid ASIC, I think it’s been checked maybe twice. Makes you wonder who exactly it’s protecting — and from what.
AUD$528
Special Flight Authorisation
My aircraft, ZK-VRV, has a Special Category - Amateur Built Airworthiness Certificate. A condition of that certificate is the aircraft "... may not be operated over any other country without the permission of that country". It was necessary for me to CASA for a Special Flight Authorisation to operate the aircraft in Australia. They quoted 6 hours to consider and approve my request!
The good news is if you're flying a certificated aircraft across the Tasman you won't have to apply for a Special Flight Authorisation.
AUD$560
Norfolk Island handling
For the privilege of landing at Norfolk Island airport you can expect this charge for "movement, flight operations and parking fees". This charge is for each overnight stay. Don't land there in the weekend. It's considerably more expensive.
AUD$422
Lord Howe Island
Permission has to be obtained from the Lord Howe Island Board to land on Lord Howe Island. It's a beautiful Island and a UNESCO World Heritage park. I didn't begrudge paying this fee for the privilege of visiting the island.
AUD$485
Gold Coast Airport
To enter mainland Australia, you have to land at a First Point of Entry (FPoE) for Border Force and Agriculture processing. The closest FPoE to Lord Howe is Gold Coast airport — where airport management insists all aircraft be “handled.” Conveniently, there’s only one handler: Platinum Business Aviation Centre. They’re a full‑service FBO for corporate jets, and they charge like it. I pleaded for light‑aircraft rates as I had no toilet to be emptied and didn't require catering but they wouldn’t budge. It’s a rort — pure gold‑plated nonsense. But if you want to land your aircraft at Gold Coast Airport you don't have much option.
AUD$1424
Please note the above costs were incurred in July 2026 and were
for ZK-VRV a Vans RV-6 which has a MAUW of 750kg. Some costs vary by aircraft
weight.
Our planned date for leaving the Australian continent and beginning the long over water flights home was Monday 27 July. After so much flying, the accumulated hours in the air were starting to catch up with me, and I could feel cumulative fatigue creeping in. I wanted to be sharp and well rested before tackling the flights home so I chose to spend the weekend before our crossing at my friend Bruce's home in Brisbane. He and partner Judy made me feel very welcome and just let me "blob". I wasn't a very exciting guest but the rest at their place was exactly what I needed.
As you'd expect we'd been keeping a careful eye on the weather in the days leading up to 27 July. There was a nice high pressure zone forming in the Tasman and the legs from Lord Howe Island to Norfolk Island and onto Kerikeri were forecast to have good visibility and no rain. Leaving Gold Coast airport and heading east to Lord Howe Island looked a little more challenging as there was a band of rain moving north up the east coast of Australia which we would have to pass through.
After consulting every forecast, map and radar image known to mankind, we decided leaving Gold Coast airport on the first leg to Lord Howe Island was do-able. An input to that decision was the fact that if we didn't leave on Monday 27 July, we may have to wait 5 - 7 days until the next high moved into the Tasman Sea.
I left Archerfield airport for the last time at 9:25am and made the short 25 min positioning flight to Gold Coast Airport to get cleared from the Australian mainland by the Australian Border Force and Department of Agriculture, Fisheries & Forestry folk. That was a straight forward process and I took off from Gold Coast Airport at 10:50am, about 20 mins ahead of Andrew & John in ZK-LDY. That delay and the difference in speed between our two aircraft meant that we were never any more than 20 mins apart.
The forecast rain cloud was immediately apparent as I left the coast and I stayed at 2000' until I could clear it. The AvPlan electronic flight planning software I use on my iPad includes a rain radar image superimposed over the chart used to plan my route to Lord Howe Island. That was real handy as it enabled me to steer about 10nm (19km) north of track to avoid the rain and remain in the clear.
After about 50nm (93km) and just under 30 mins flying time, I passed the rain and was able to climb to 7500' in nice clear skies. I stayed there for the remainder of the flight to Lord Howe Island.
Flying Professor
When planning this REALLY Big Trip we swapped notes with Iain Anderson. Iain has a Tecnam P2002, ZK-EVE which he flew across the Tasman Sea in September 2025 and then hangared the aircraft at Boonah. Since then he has flown commercially from New Zealand to collect ZK-EVE for many 5 - 7 day out-and-back trips. These trips are documented in his interesting YouTube channel - Flying Professor.
Iain was ready to bring ZK-EVE back to New Zealand about the time we planned to return across the Tasman and asked if he could join us.
Iain wanted to spend 3 - 4 days on Lord Howe Island so made the crossing from Gold Coast Airport to Lord Howe on his own. He was there to meet us on the island with Peter Phillipps of Chase 'n' Thyme Tours.
Lord Howe Island
Peter Phillipps has lived on Lord Howe Island with wife Janine for 35 years and, like us, is an aviation nut. There's not many aircraft that land on Lord Howe Island that Peter doesn't photograph and greet. He took the following awesome video of our arrival on the island and departures the following day:
Credit, Peter Phillipps, Chase 'n' Thyme Tours
I first met Peter when I visited Lord Howe Island in 2016 and asked him to show Andrew, John and Iain around the island. After unpacking and tying the aircraft down for the night, we all had a pleasant late lunch with Peter and then spent a couple of hours with him as he showed us the sights of the island. We visited the Catalina wreck site and discussed at length how that come to crash, visited picturesque Ned’s Bay and the extensive solar power system that now provides much of the island's power. Along the way he told us about the island's world heritage status, how land ownership works and the political system. Most interesting.
Lord Howe Island is pure, wild and timeless and, above all, is peaceful. Our visit was during their low winter season so most of the 450 tourist beds on the island were empty.
The island is dominated by Mount Lidgbird (2549') and Mount Gower (2871') which seem to watch over everything that goes on in a prime-evil sort of way. They’re omnipresent and seem to guard the place.
Before we left the island I went on an early morning walk and it was beautiful and tranquil. That walk was good for my soul!
Onward to Norfolk Island
Iain's ZK-EVE (105kt cruise) is slower than ZK-VRV (150kts) and ZK-LDY (160kts) so he left for Norfolk Island shortly after 8am with me following at 9:20am and Andrew and John in ZK-LDY shortly after. Our departures were timed so that we arrived within about 30mins of each other at Norfolk Island to meet the Australian Border Force and Department of Agriculture, Fisheries & Forestry. We hadn't been airborne long and we could get him on the radio using the chat frequency we were using. I passed underneath Iain about 75% along the track to Norfolk Island.
My flight was pleasant. I cruised along at 7500' - 9000' for the 3.5hrs it took to reach Norfolk Island varying my height and track to pass by some cloud build ups.
Flying in the Tasman Sea is beautiful. Our tracks have passed large collections of pristine white puffy cumulus clouds which most of the time don't have tops much above 7000'. Occasionally there's build-ups you need to work around but they're seldom a problem. As there’s no land to disturb the wind the only movement of the aircraft is a bump or two when you pass too close to a cloud and it reminds you who is boss out here. I may not be the most sophisticated pilot, but give me a sky full of clouds and I’m happily entertained for hours.
The same Norfolk Island Australian Border Force officers that met us when we arrived on the island from New Zealand earlier in the month were there to greet us, and were only moderately more pleased to see us this time. We argued a few minor points about paperwork and what should be provided and I accepted that, in their eyes, I had an immigration status only marginally higher than Indonesian boat people.
As we did on our first visit to Norfolk Island at the beginning of this trip, we stayed at the Aloha Apartments and they kindly lent us their van during our stay. We used that to spend the afternoon exploring the north end of Norfolk Island and watching the sunset.
The last leg
Andrew, John and I dropped Iain off at the airport about 7am so he could get a head start on us again and then went and had our breakfast. Returning back to the airport we readied our aircraft, put our oceanic gear on for the last time and took off at 9:45am. As there is no permanent Customs and Biosecurity people based at Kerikeri we had made arrangements for officers to come from Opua and meet us at 2pm NZST. We'd carefully worked our departure times from Norfolk Island to arrive together at that time.
Leaving Norfolk Island on this, my sixth and final Trans-Tasman leg, I settled into, my normal routine of logging all engine and navigation parameters and the flight was routine at 8500' on top of scattered cloud. Andrew & John caught up with me and maneuvered ZK-LDY around me to take some air-to-air photos of Thunderbird 6 in the lonely Tasman Sea.
With about 100nm (185km) to run to Cape Reinga, our chat frequency was invaded by a strange voice calling me. It was Dave Wilkinson telling me he, his Dad Don (Father Don), Bill Luther and Rob Fry were flying out to meet us and escort me into Kerikeri. What a thrill; I was overwhelmed. We swapped positions and agreed to rendezvous at the ELNOS reporting point about 15nm (28km) north of Cape Reinga.
Dave, Don and Bill flew across the Tasman with me in 2016 and we are all great friends.
As I approached ELNOS and got my first glimpse of New Zealand, there they all were racing toward me. Their three aircraft swooped over me and took up position with me leading a formation. It was a fantastic welcome home which I was very grateful for. Another occasion on this trip where my visibility suddenly reduced and I had to blink hard.
Words can’t really capture how good it felt to finally see New Zealand again after a month away and six long over‑water flights across the Tasman and back — not dangerous, but enough to keep me on edge — and to be welcomed home by good friends.
We flew in loose formation until approaching Kerikeri where, with a nice "squeaker" of a landing, I was back in the land I call home - and it felt great to be there.
Parkes is not that far from Sydney and so we decided to fly the 152nm (281km) to the east coast and then fly the Victor 1 routes along the Sydney coast and, if we could, get a clearance to fly into Sydney Harbour and past the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. These routes are in close proximity to Sydney Airport and, as you can imagine, there is strict and exacting procedures to follow to avoid conflict with a commercial aircraft taking off or landing at Sydney. The route along the Sydney Coast involves flying at 500' and not a foot lower or a foot higher! You're so close to Sydney airport the Victor 1 South route contains the following warning:
The wake turbulence standard of 1000FT vertical separation from heavy aircraft may not always be achievable when flying in Victor 1 South. Under normal circumstances, aircraft arriving and departing Sydney airport will be at least 500FT higher than the CTA step (500FT higher than traffic on Victor 1 SOUTH). However, there is always the possibility of an aircraft departing Sydney airport experiencing impaired performance and, under these circumstances, the 500FT vertical separation design buffer might be infringed. Pilots flying in Victor 1 SOUTH should be aware of the possibility of this occurrence, and of the requirement to see and avoid all other aircraft.
In addition we were planning to stay at Coffs Harbour and, after we left the Sydney area, we'd need to fly past the Williamtown military base which also has precise procedures to follow to avoid you being shot down.
We diligently spent an evening with publications and charts swotting up on the procedures to follow. That was also complicated by much of the Sydney airspace changing just a few days before with the opening of the new West Sydney airport. We had to be sure we were studying the right version of the various documents and charts.
A flight from Parkes to the Sydney area involved crossing the range of hills that keep the populous people on the coast from escaping into the Australian outback. That range encompasses the Blue Mountains with peaks that rise to a dizzying 4500'. Although us Kiwis sling off at Australia's impotent "mountains", this range which runs almost the length of the east coast does influence the weather.
On the morning we planned to leave Parkes and head for the coast, the forecast was decidedly below average with rain and poor visibility predicted over our route. Unless we tracked miles to the south there seemed to be no way onto the coast. Dejectedly looking at the forecast and our charts over breakfast, John suggested that, rather than tracking south of Sydney and north along the coast, why not track to the north of Sydney to the small Warnervale airfield, land, regroup and then fly the short distance south to fly the Sydney Coast and harbour. Brilliant idea. That's what I love about these types of trips. Problem solving to achieve an objective safely.
We set off from Parkes and headed for Warnervale. We needed to climb high and do some ducking and diving around cloud to get over the range but after that, the "coast was clear".
After a coffee and a chat with the locals at Warnervale we took off and headed for the coast to track south toward Sydney. As we would be flying at low levels in a confined area, I let Andrew get a 20 min head start on me so we didn't conflict. As I tracked south, I heard him talking to Sydney Centre and requesting the "Harbour Scenic". His request resulted in a terse "Unavailable" response. Oh no. He carried on south past the Sydney beaches which he was able to do at 500' without a air traffic control clearance and did get some photos of the skyline. However it was bumpy and difficult.
As I approached the reporting point where you request a Harbour Scenic, I too was denied.
We’d come a long way and planned so thoroughly, so missing out on a harbour flight felt like a real let‑down. It would’ve been a bucket‑list experience. Yet the documentation is unambiguous — Harbour Scenic operations are only permitted when traffic, controller workload and weather cooperate — and on this day, they didn’t.
I reversed my track and headed north up the coast and briefed myself (again) on getting through Williamtown's airspace.
As it happened Williamtown was quiet and the approach controller simply cleared us overhead the airfield and north to Coffs Harbour. It wasn't necessary to follow the Coastal Route with its various restrictions.
After clearing Williamtown's air space it was a nice flight in late afternoon conditions up to Coffs Harbour.
I left Coffs Harbour the following morning and went back to Archerfield to stay with a friend for a few days before we tackled the Tasman on our trip home. Landing back at Archerfield which we'd left 21 days before completed my lap around Australia.
Sydney Skyline at 500' from Victor South Route (*)
In 2005, I attended an aircraft safe handling course run in Stawell, Victoria. Graeme Boatman ran the course and is one of the best instructors I've flown with. Graeme really put me through the wringer and I learnt heaps.
Graeme's business also ran flying tours throughout Australia that were organised by Val Kennedy. Val's an expert herder of cats, ie; pilots with differing levels of experience, their partners and/or friends all of whom think they know best. Val and her husband John have become good friends and I've had many flying holidays with them in Australia and they've been brave enough to visit and fly with me in New Zealand on several occasions. Between Graeme, Val & John they've taught me most of what I know about flying in Australia.
My intention was to visit them in Stawell which is about 1.5hrs flying east of Adelaide. However, the weather had different plans. Stawell and the alternate airfields within a reasonable driving time had been fog-bound for days, and the day I wanted to get to Stawell was no different. After many phone calls during the morning we agreed if the low cloud didn't lift by 1pm I'd have to bypass Stawell and head further north.
1pm came and the weather reports, cameras and Val & John's reports all conspired against me and precluded a visit to Stawell. Bugger - I was looking forward to catching up with them all.
I decided to head NE to Mildura to overnight on my own. Val took pity on me and arranged for some people she knows in Mildura to collect me from the airport and I had a pleasant evening with them which was better than staring at the walls of a motel room on my own.
Temora
Andrew & John had made it to Parkes the day before and decided to fly south about 50nm (93km) to have a look at the Temora Aviation Museum. My intention was to meet them in Parkes later in the day. However, when I was midway between on my flight to Parkes they told me there was no cafe at Parkes airport and there was a particularly good one in the Temora museum. I was gagging for a coffee so their update sealed it - I diverted to Temora!
After meeting Andrew & John, we wandered around the museum and had a good look. Almost all of the aircraft in the museum are airworthy and are meticulously looked after. As good as the aircraft are, the whole place is a bit sterile. I think our Omaka Aviation Heritage Centre in New Zealand is better as the aircraft are staged in life-sized dioramas with appropriate props which put them and their history in context.
Parkes Radio Telescope
We flew back to Parkes together and then drove out to the Parkes Radio Telescope.
Built in 1961, this 64m diameter telescope played an important role in Apollo 11's moon landing as it received the video feed of Neil Armstrong stepping onto the moon. The 2000 historical comedy-drama film "The Dish" is a good watch and
tells the story of the telescope's role in relaying the live television
feed of the first steps on the Moon and the local drama that surrounded that.
Since being built, the telescopes technology has been upgraded multiple times and it still plays an important part in space exploration and research. The visitor centre associated with the telescope is very interesting.
While there we saw the huge telescope dish move several times which was cool to see. The dish moves slowly, but Andrew setup his GoPro on a fence post in time lapse mode and caught the following great video of the movement.
One of my goals for this REALLY Big Trip around Australia was to fly ZK-VRV, “Thunderbird 6”, to Adelaide and take my grandchildren, Arlo (nearly 7) and Annabelle (5), flying. Ever since they were born, I’ve dreamed of being the one to introduce them to the magic of light aircraft. With a Grandfather who lives and breathes aviation and a Father who flies for a living, the flying bug was always going to find them eventually.
On their visits to New Zealand they’ve seen “Pop’s plane”, and Arlo even has a big photo of it on his bedroom wall. As I made my way around Australia, Andrew (my son) kept them updated, pointing out where I was and teaching them a bit of Aussie geography along the way.
Landing at Aldinga was one of those moments I’ll remember forever. As I taxied in, there they were — two little figures waving with all the enthusiasm in the world. I’m fairly sure a bit of dust blew into my eye right then because things got blurry for a moment.
There was much excited chatter as the kids helped me unpack the aircraft and push it into a hangar for a few days that a fellow pilot, Allan Gray had offered me when I met him at Karumba.
I’d arrived on a Saturday, and the kids had Monday off school. Annabelle has just turned five, and Tuesday was her first day at “big school” wearing her new school uniform. Being part of that milestone before I left was an unexpected bonus.
We’d hoped to take them flying during their last trip to New Zealand, but the weather didn’t cooperate. I didn’t want their first experience to be bumpy or frightening. This time, though, Monday was perfect — so back to Aldinga we went.
With a booster seat safely setup on the passenger seat, Annabelle decided she would be first up for a ride. Full of confidence she climbed into the booster seat first. She loved the short ten-minute hop south of the airfield, chatting the whole way and proudly recognising the motorway we’d driven in on. She giggled at the firm bump of the landing and immediately asked to go again. That's how I wanted it to be.
Arlo followed. He’s more reserved, but he climbed in without hesitation. Another short flight, just enough to give him a taste. When we touched down smoothly, he grinned and said, “I heard the tyres squeak.” I told him he’d better report that to Dad!
Sharing those flights with them after imagining the moment for a long time was something truly precious. A memory I’ll hold close for the rest of my life.
My special photos
Greeted by my two best buddies at Aldinga airfield
As I had a long 602nm (1,115km) journey to Adelaide we were up and away from Forrest just before 8am. It was a lovely morning clear blue skies, cool and a bit of a tailwind to push as along.
First stop was the Nullabor Motel & Roadhouse just over an hour of flying time away. My route took me over the east half of the vast Nullabor Plain. I don't know why but this vast nothingness completely fascinates me. There's hundreds of kilometres of entirely flat, featureless terrain covered in saltbush, and if you're lucky, you may spot a track or two going to who knows where. The horizon is dead flat for 360 degrees around you.
In the following video of a gentle turn through 360 degrees I've attempted to capture this complete absence of humanity. It's a bit jittery as a result of me bracing my iPhone on top of the instrument panel but I hope it demonstrates the "nothingness" and dead flat horizon.
The Nullabor Motel & Roadhouse is an oasis for travelers. It offers reasonable food and accommodation and there's a good sized airstrip out the back. The main vector is well graded gravel over clay but had a stiff crosswind when I came into land. Looking down the side of the aircraft at the runway (rather than over the nose), is a good indication this landing is going to be tricky. With everything braced to go-around and try again if I couldn't land safely due to the wind, I must say I pulled off a textbook crosswind landing. Crabbing into the wind on the approach, straightening up at the last minute with the into wind wing down was executed like a pro'. Nobody was more surprised than me!
It's always cool to land at a roadhouse and then taxi up to the building and hop out for a coffee and a feed.
I said goodbye to Andrew and John at Nullabor Roadhouse as I continued onto Adelaide to spend a few days with son Andrew, his wife Amanda and my two grandkids Arlo and Annabelle. Andrew and John will head in a NE direction toward Brisbane and I'll meet them on the way somewhere.
I carried on across the top of the Great Australian Bight stopping for fuel at Ceduna before the last 305nm (564km) leg to Aldinga airfield just to the south of Adelaide and only about 20mins drive south of Andrew & Amanda's home. On that journey I flew about 50nm (93km) over water across the Spencer Gulf. It was a strange feeling having spent so much time over land in the last few weeks. I better get used to it again. There's a lot more water coming up in just over a week when we had back across the Tasman Sea for home.
Nullabor Motel & Roadhouse
Typical Aussie Roadhouse forecourt. Large trucks, weary travelers and wildlife danger signs
Nutritious roadhouse meal. I had a vegan salad 🤣
On one of my previous flying trips in May 2009, I called into Forrest in the middle of the Nullarbor Plain for fuel. It was a brief "gas and go" stop but the place has always fascinated me and been somewhere I wanted to go back to and spend some time there. It was a "must do" when planning the REALLY Big Trip around Australia.
The largest section of straight railway track in the world is 478km long and Forrest sits almost in the middle of it. There's nothing (and I mean nothing) for hundreds of kilometres around except the railway line and the road across the Nullarbor Plain about 100km to the south. Originally Forrest was established as a railway town in 1917. "Town" might be stretching the definition a little.
In 1929 the airport was established as a half-way stop for the transcontinental aircraft flying from Adelaide to Perth. de Havilland DH66 Hercules were initially used on the route but couldn't make it without refueling so the airport and a hostel was established to accommodate the 14 passengers. The airfield offers two large sealed runway vectors at 1349m and 1519m which, as the only features on the vast Nullarbor Plain can be seen from miles away. It's regularly used by pilots today for fuel and a leg stretch.
We left Esperance and began our journey to Forrest, skimming along the coast past the scatter of little islands that make up the Archipelago of the Recherche. As we headed east, coastal beaches started off blindingly white, then gradually gave way to cliffs 200–300 feet high. Out here it looks like someone attacked Australia with a geological cookie‑cutter — sheer cliffs at the edge, and absolutely nothing happening on the land behind them.
As we turned toward Forrest from the coast we passed over the Eyre Highway that runs from Adelaide to Perth and which requires an investment of days of your life to drive. There was quite a bit of traffic on it.
We landed in Forrest about 11am which gave us the rest of the day to explore. We were met by manager Andy who refueled our aircraft and helped us push them into the massive historical hangar for the night, Then he drove us to our cottage. The cottage is only one of six available for transiting pilots or road travelers who care to drive into Forrest. It was old but comfortable.
Armed with a booklet provided in the cottage, in the afternoon we did the historical walk which took us around a dozen or so interesting places around the airfield and abandoned meteorological office setup to support the airfield. That walk finished at the railway where we were lucky to catch an enormous freight train heading east.
There's lots of quirky things around Forrest one of which is the pilot's toilet. There's a pen provided for you to record your visit on the wall and it's cool to stand at the urinal and see who's been there before you. The "Trans-Tasman Adventurers" are now permanently recorded as having visited that loo.
Included in our stay was a nice home cooked evening meal provided by Manager Andy and wife Donna in the sun room of their cottage. There were several other guests there including a couple of electricians who specialise in outback work and who fly into locations with all their gear in the back of a Piper Twin Commanche. It was a fun evening with good down-to-earth Australian cobbers.
I'm glad I made it to Forrest and thoroughly enjoyed my time there. It’s one of those wonderfully odd Australian places that refuses to disappear — a tiny dot of civilisation with a colourful history on the vast Nullarbor Plain.
Cookie-cutter Nullarbor Plain coastline (*)
Nullarbor Plain - nothing on the chart and nothing out the window
Forrest Airport (YFRT)
Many generations of aircraft have been protected by this historic hangar
Like many other before us, we left our mark on the pilot's toilet wall
Longest piece of straight railway in the world - 478km
