The Gift of Flight - Part 4 - The I learned to fly – by P.K.Odendaal –
August 2015.
Last night
I came back from a flight to Zimbabwe where we were for the annual church
conference of our congregation there, having had to fly the President of the Mission
to attend it. It is the last leg of our journey and I take off from Polokwane,
where we went through immigration and customs and where we refuelled. It has just
become dark and the lights of the city are so beautiful when I climb out after
take-off and turn left onto my course for Witbank where I live. It has been
some time since my last night flight and I have to concentrate to fly on
instruments, because the night and country is quite dark as we leave the ambits
of the city.
