Nowadays compressing oneself inside a Boeing 737 that is decorated like a Ronald McDonald’s eaterie is regarded as travel. It isn’t really. The plane travels. The passengers arrive. Unless one brings some imagination and a plan one might be better off looking at a travel advert on a sofa.
60 years after the Berlin Airlift.
Here’s a few memories from ILA 2008
Nothing near as impressive as the C-17.
The USAF permit the ordinary citizen to the flight deck
more than IT skills are necessary to sit in either seat. The HUD display for each pilot is a sign of how busy things get when judging distances on landing and taking off in these heavy transport planes.
Had I fallen out of love with the spirit of Hera, Iris and Atahensic. Or have I
had enough of the interminable stop-go-process at airport terminals.
Instead of ILA in 2014, I chose Gatow.
Gatow the old abandoned air-base. I felt much the same. I mean not an airbase, but old and all the rest.
It turned out to be one of the finest museums of it’s kind in Europe in my view.
An interest in aviation isn’t necessarily required, just history.
Machines here were much used and truly historic. From Cold War anti-artillery nasty stuff to classic WW2 airframes, such as a 1943 Bf 109’s. As interesting a display as any I have seen with the added frisson that Gatow was an actual site of WW2 and subsequent tensions.
Gatow museum in the borough of Spandeau is like a lady of a certain age living a quiet thoughtful life. Though I could have done with an offer of cake (Gâteau possibly)and tea at her house during the 3 hour visit. Cafeteria was found before leaving behind the hanger which was behind another hanger. Never mind, I was happy.
Here’s a well-produced amateur clip shot in winter.
Here’s a new aspect of Berlin. Nice restoration. No person visable here could have imagined what would befall their city in the next 100 years.