Initially the pilot seemed fine (for central america at least). Then he started nodding off and asked me if I could fly. My partner at the time dug a bottle of rum out of her bag and asked if we were going to die.
When I found the airport with a few jets on the ground I buzzed it because the radio worked intermittently.
It was kinda fun, my first landing. The pilot was still out when some unhappy looking people with sidearms showed up. There were three other passengers (I didn’t know them) they also didn’t seem very happy. I thought I did pretty good, no fire, nothing broken that wasn’t broken previously.
Makes for a good story years later, but if the aircraft looks like it’s in worse shape than an '87 Hyundai my advice is to not fly in it.