For me, flying added something to my life...then flying touring added another whole dimension.
I consider it a way of life in itself for a short period. You can be a flying wandering minstrel, going where whim and weather takes you. Don't know where to go? Well, weather looks good in North-East France, never been there, let's try it - file flight plan and go. Weather not good enough? Divert somewhere you've never heard of, stay for a bit, check out the local flying club or scenery, stay the night if necessary. Sometimes you discover a hidden gem, a fantastic place that no-one else seems to know about, and you feel like a real explorer. Sometimes it's boring, but so what, there's always tomorrow...and more new places and experiences.
Modern life is a bit too predictable for me, and even holidays can become that way. But flying holidays, with a basic PPL and an equally basic aeroplane...anything can happen! It's exciting and different...and I miss it now that I've now sold my C150 share, I'm short of both time and money, and my regular partner-in-crime can't manage to go even if I could overcome all of the other obstacles (and I could, somehow).
But I have my memories... And despite the fact that more conventional means of transport have taken me to 6 continents (going to the 7th in October) and nearly 70 countries, my two days stranded in Biberach rank very high in those memories. Where's Biberach, you ask. Well, that's what I mean.
