A few days ago, this little aeroplane flew me home from Brussels. It was a beautiful flight. Pitch black outside, but clear skies. All I could see were the bright lights of the cities on a black surface.
I love flying at night. The airport is quiet (at least Brussels was), it’s dark outside. It feels very much like an adventure.
Today I’m flying out on another tiny airplane, a French-speaking Airbus A318. Bonjour!
And in a few days, I’ll be sitting on an Avro RJ85, for the very first time.
It is indeed the week of Tiny Aircraft.