The Flying Years – Part II

It is unlikely that I have ever dedicated a post to anybody other than Marie and a big black cat – except a manuscript, of course, which was dedicated to the late Gilbert Trigano, heart and soul of Club Med and indirectly responsible for sending me spinning through the wildest years of my adult life – but this…

Aerial View Of…

Those of you with a certain nationality are automatically disqualified. The rest can play and guess what and where this structure is… Toy world I once more apologize for the relative silence around here. It reflects much noise off-camera and unrest to say the least. But smoother days will be back. Coming soon, The Flying Years – Part…

Airborne, YUL-LGA

Being more accustomed to transcontinental flights these days – the long-haul, settle-in, find your sweet spot and economize patience and energy, ocean-facing departures, high altitude cruise and straight-in approaches, much movie watching despite the small screens, LCD’s reflecting the confinement, cabin crew diving in turns to their secret rest area below deck, flight crew doing the same below the cockpit, hours…

Aerial Thoughts, Lost in the View

A bump. Just a bit above the equator, we were skimming the coast of Liberia at thirty-eight thousand feet. It was a precocious two thirty in the morning, Cape Town time. Towering menacingly above our right wing, an enormous cumulonimbus was unleashing its brutal power and every few seconds, lightning erupted deep in its bowels and illuminated the…