Friday, 19 November 2010

New Role

So, over the last couple of months I have moved away from Civil Engineering and now spend 100% of my time in GIS. Specifically, GIS in Government. A strange time to move on, yes! But whilst its tough out there, its the best time to change.

No interesting tech post today, I just thought I would share a couple of my recent flying experiences with you. As those that know me know, I hate flying. It's a means to an end, a necessary evil and something I have to do relatively quite a lot. I can't think of one redeeming feature of flying. The waiting, the cramped conditions (I don't have the luxury of Business class just yet!) the lack of control, the food, customs... need I go on? But most of all, I hate the actual flying. I am rational about it. I do know the statistics and I have never not flown. I just can't get out of my head the fact that if it all goes wrong at 30,000...

So, with all this in mind, my sister decided that for my birthday it would be a good idea to get me up in a glider! I know! As it happened, I quite enjoyed it apart from when I had the controls. And me a control freak? It was strange really, one thing I hate about being a passenger in any vehicle is the lack of control. But when I had control of the glider I just didn't trust myself. It was a bit like that feeling you get when you're on the top of a tall building and all you want to do is jump off.

When  my instructor, who was also a sailing instructor, found out I was a sailor too, told me that flying a glider is just the same a sailing a boat, but in 3D. For me, the quite fundamental  difference is that I can swim. 

Anyway I did it, and when I handed back the controls to the instructor, I actually enjoyed it. As for the other experience, flying back from Knock in western Ireland, no words are needed...

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