A few months ago I experienced a flight with a Morane Saulnier build in 1937, over la Baule’s bay in France. With an open cockpit, I enjoyed the ride and had to hold tight to my camera. I was shooting a video clip.
To take a fight, it is not like taking a bicycle. It depends on the weather forecast, the wind direction, and the air traffic. The plane also needs to be serviced regularly. The radial engine, an Aircraft Continental Motor need the oil to be warmed up with an electric rode during the pre-flight of 30 to 45 minutes minimum.
It was also like a flashback 44 years younger when I was flying a glider over the Champagne valley for about a year. I never flew back as the high cost was not affordable to me at that time.
On different missions in Africa between 1980-1977, I was often thinking how great it would be to own one Beechcraft King Air 250.
Back in New York in 1999, I was working at JFK airport as embarkment agent serving Air Frace, Air Afrique, and the code-share Delta Airline.
This is the final video of this project, and another different journey…
I was never interested in any sport. Also, I have been running all my life behind the camera. Today I start to be in front, to show my self. Whoaa!
Late last year I join a fitness club with full access. Now I enjoy LesMills BodyPump, BodyBalance, BodyJam, and more…
Mind and body unity is essential. Now with the speed of the Internet and online marketing, the proper knowledge is critical for anybody to reach out to the world.
That is great to be able to converse with anyone on the planet, and feel that we belong to the same tribe. Zoom for group gathering is fabulous.
This is great at your age. Vous ne les faites pas.
For over twenty years abroad, whether living in the cities of Berlin or New-York, I was doing my job to record on video conference’s live-event. All the time I was listening to others stories, in complete denial of my self.
With Pan-Am on a red-eye flight, I was landing on the other side of the Atlantic. At that time “Let’s Go West” was Marlborough ads across the Berlin wall.
Never the less I enjoyed being each month in a different country, freighting a cargo container with conference materials. Working on every detail for the perfect work. Building a better world.
One night during a long stopover in Amsterdam, I sat at a downtown café, and surprisingly I listen to French song. For fifteen years I forgot about France, and it was a bit of a chock. Later on in the morning, my journey from New York City continued, flying over Paris toward Johannesburg.