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Flying is something that has always fascinated me. When I was growing up my Grandfather was a bush pilot in Far North Queensland, and one of my early flying memories is flying from Cooktown to Bamaga on an old King Air with a cargo hold full of sedated crocodiles. This was wild west stuff and it's no surprise I wanted to come back to aviation later in my life.

So when I set out on my sabbatical break last year it was only naturally that I would take the chance to finally get started properly on the process of learning to fly. First in Buenos Aires in Argentina and then much more in Southern California, I took flying lessons, solo'd, and got about 75 hours in total mostly on the Cessna 172. I've got some work to do to finish my PPL which I hope to wrap up in the next few months.