For a couple of month, I had planned to fly over to Norway (from Sweden, where I live), zigzagging through some fjords and then fly back again. I also wanted to stop in Florø for the night. But for all of us who live in the nordic countries, we know that the weather rarely behaves… Continue reading Flying in Sognefjord, Norway.
I always had this dream about hang gliding. Soaring through the sky like a bird. Without a sound. Almost like a ninja! I have dreamt about this since I was a child. But then I started flying, and the dream became less insistent. I was already up in the sky, but without that wind in… Continue reading Hang gliding 2.0
When you are a kid, you want to a police officer, a doctor, a firefighter or a pilot when you grow up. Our dreams usually change with age. When I was done in school and ready to get out in the work life, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I worked in… Continue reading Learning to fly.