The month of April passed in a blur. I learnt how to fly straight and level, how to climb and descend and just this week I learnt more about turning. Greg moved onto stalls (!), taking off and landing, and is now doing circuits. This is where you practise all the basics over and over for that exciting/terrifying day when you fly your first solo. Flying is very much about repetition; mastering the new skills until they become second nature.
The incessant yawning and heavy feeling (a bit like jet lag), that has plagued me after each flight, has now vanished. I continue to take tablets to keep my wobbly tummy at bay but no longer feel claustrophobic in the cockpit. I still come away from each lesson drenched in sweat and shaky, and some flights are better than others but on the whole, I am making progress!
Somewhere in those mad weeks we also sat and passed our compulsory BAK (Basic Aeronautical Knowledge) exam! Full credit to Andrew and Liz for putting together the training nights where they imparted the mysteries of aviation in a way we novices could understand and enjoy. Thank you!
and so here we are….
When we aren’t flying, we’re talking and thinking and reading about flying. We crane our necks skyward with every low rumble and discuss what sort of wonderful flying machine has just passed overhead. We drool over airplanes for sale as we excitedly plan which one we would like to buy. ‘Scrabble with friends’ in bed at night has given way to a growing number of aviation magazines scattered across the doona. The BAK book has became a coveted possession and we regularly scan the long term weather reports in angst lest the prevailing winds are not flying lesson friendly!
Clearly, we have both become aero junkies, lol.