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As long as I can remember, I always loved airplanes. Those magnificient flying
machines with the cute flight attendents, who always would feed me extra candy,
while little flightmechanic Martin would insist that the left wing was leaking fuel and
that she should notify the captain immediately. I was six and had never before heard about
condensation. If I would ever get an opportunity to fly one myself.
Fast-forward 25 years. I'm a passenger in a run-down Delta 727. Delayed of course. The aircraft must be
at least 10 years older than me. I have flown more than 300000 miles the last couple of years. I should be really,
really bored with flying and I am.
Sometimes anyway. But I still love the feeling when the aircraft
accelerates down the runway and lifts me up in the great blue sky. I
got my private pilot license 5 years ago. It's wonderful. Rather than flying around the pattern or doing the $100 sandwich, I hope to do some
air-adventures over the next couple of years. Time will tell if I get to do
them all....
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Caribbean island hopping. Bahamas, Virgin Islands, Barbados... (Check!) |
2: |
Fly across the US. From Miami to Seattle or even Alaska.
See Grand Canyon, The Great Plains and everything else in US from 5000 feet.
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3: |
Fly over the pyramids or Australian air safari
When I get married |
Oh well, life is supposed to be adventurous, right?
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My first flight - and airplane book!
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