09.08.2011, a landing at Solitaire strip (FYSO) marked the first big milestone. I got my 1000th hour.
|Frank of Delta Air in Maun, Jazz the new guy at Bush Bird |
and Shady the gymnastics coach of the Namibian Olympics team
with a nice shishaa
A year ago I just started flying here (and well just started flying at all), and the more I flew the more there was to learn.
|FLY FOR FUN|
|Rossing mountain in fog|
|Swakop river flowing|
|My man Theo cleaning da plane|
|Rain and bow over the dunes|
|Summer over the desert|
|Something is building|
|Resting in the shade|
|Colors of Ugab|
|My Cuban wingman|
|Walvis saltworks with the Kuiseb flowing into the Atlantic|
|Henties Bay reflections|
|Underwater over the savanna|
I still think that this is the best school for a fresh pilot. A couple of hundred hours flown over and into these remote areas will improve not just your flying skills (flying the lovely 210 to her limits safely), but your airmanship as well, and will definitely improve your situational awereness (crowded uncontrolled airspaces can get tricky), and lots more. Not to mention the feeling of belonging to the Brotherhood, where no matter where you come from, no matter what you did before, no matter how old you are (I know, I know I've had a bit too much of The Right Stuff book). The only thing that matters is whether in the air you know your job and if you're willing to have some chatting after hours at one of the cultural institutions like the Skydivers at the airport or the Kückis or else. I got my biggest compliment when local lots-of-thousand-hours pilots said that they are unhappy because they know that I will soon leave Swakopmund. A compliment that one rarely gets from these old aviators.
|End of a nice flight|
With complicated weather and thrilling winds.
|Welcome to wherever you are|