Funnily enough, it was a bird pilot, with whom I was in lust, running a quick charter for my father and me up to a Hilary Hook. bush camp, many moons ago, that started me off flying.
I am eternally grateful to Kenya and those who live in her for such a propitious start in life.
Oh yes, I drove there from the UK in 1969, hands solo.
Give me The Aberdares on a misty morning with a rhino hidding in the trees.