It used to be …….

THE ORIGINAL DUBLIN AIRPORT TERMINAL, where a 13 year old used to peer at steel behemoths with  fins and piston engines.    I never pass the opportunity to gaze now,  at the building itself.  Classic!

THE ORIGINAL DUBLIN AIRPORT TERMINAL   I bicycled here almost half a century earlier to see the large finned behemoths of flight. Travel was beyond the pocket by a distance but not the imagination. 
Decades later I invariably stop to gaze at the building itself.

 

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

Only people who knew Angela could get on board.  No problem.  Not impressed by it.  After all, the USAF permit the ordinary citizen to the flight deck seats of far more impressive aircraft.

Not overly impressed by the A380. The VIP’s might have been charmed with the interior tour

Nothing near as impressive as the C-17.

Did I mention .......The Boeing C-17 Globemaster.  Note the homage to the Berlin Airlift 60 years earlier.   Incidentally the old DC's would have flown across the border to the west at Templehof

The Boeing C-17 Globemaster. Note the homage to the Berlin Airlift 60 years earlier.

The USAF permit the ordinary citizen to the flight deck

 

 

The Boeing C-17 Globemaster III

 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. 

 

ONLY A QUARTER OF THE GLOBE covered. Balloon flight over the other three-quarters might be out of the question but surely there is something better than teeny bop gap-year 10 hops around the world.

ONLY A QUARTER OF THE GLOBE I covered. Balloon flight over the other three-quarters might be out of the question but surely there is something better than humping around modern airports.

 

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.

A cake?

No.

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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-cRwycbkCE

 

 

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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1IGNLg-RSU

 

 

 

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