Tag: flying

  • Rolls Royce Qantas Engine Failure

    I have a friend who, when she gets on a plane, I have been known to get a phone call from the cabin. She checks out the safety features, the amount of engines (two can looks pretty thin for such a large plane),  she’s a nervous flier and as such keeps an eye on safety to such an extent that she has confronted people that behave suspiciously on a flight. It works, she has always gotten to where she is heading.

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  • Paragliding, Tragedy, New year and Refugios

    Paragliding, Tragedy, New year and Refugios

    I found a lovely bunch of people running a paragliding hostel a short half an hours walk from town. The welcome was wonderful at the house of Martin and Mariella, there were a few other paragliding folks and Martins’s brother Diego. We all got on well, talked of flying and the freedom it brings, we didn’t even begin to suspect what would happen the next day.

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  • Cheap flights with Ryanair

    So tomorrow I have to go to Spain to meet a client. It’s lucky that I love flying (more…)

  • Paragliding Pokhara

    Paragliding Pokhara

    When I was about to leave The UK, a buddy (more…)

  • Departure to Nepal

    England was starting to get to that damp time of year that used to be the cause of a fella’s consumption. Not of the alcohol variety, the kind of consumption that ate at the lungs causing people to head somewhere drier, or take a few years off by going on ‘The Grand Tour’.
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  • More Great hospitality

    The flight to Perth was planned well – I booked a seat on the left of the plane knowing we would be heading down the coast, and sure enough we flew along the Great Ocean Road so I could see the coves and bays that I had driven around in the days before. This always gives me a perspective on just where we are in the scheme of things – I’m not sure how, but it does.

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  • Flying Again

    Friday night in Melbourne was a bit of a washout – well for my purposes it was. I wanted somewhere where I could site outside and have a beer and a smoke whiling away the hours before my flight – my flight was at 6.25am Saturday morning so I figured I’d head to the airport and sit it out.

    I found one place that suited my purposes – the Melbourne Hotel or the such but it closed after 15 minutes because it wasn’t busy enough. Not busy enough – at 9pm on a Friday night. Not many pubs back home have a similar problem of people not wanting to drink in them, but then again I am getting the idea that with 20 million people in a country 1.5 times the size of Europe there is a lot of competition for limited livestock.

    So I headed to the airport and waited it out, dining on a breakfast at McDonalds as nothing else was open – I had survived on nothing but fruit and yoghurt on my trip around the great ocean road and was saving myself for a laksha at the airport, but McDonalds it was to be…

  • Waiting at the airport

    For a plane to Sydney. I’m going to miss Hong Kong.

  • Busy busy busy

    Well it’s good to be busy, but it doesn’t leave much time for boarding planes to sunny climbs. I even let my dive instructor qualification lapse this year which means I must be well dug in..but on the positive side we here at OpenG Active Media have been producing some lovely websites for people to get busy with.

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