Vidéo des entraînements
Antalya
City on the Turkish sea side , romantic place at night, slightly too many tourists in my opinion, but very quiet during the low season. In the distance you can see interesting nice slopes of a mountain range. The pilots would not stop watching it saying it was certainly a great place to paraglide! We'll come back under other circumstances to check that!
Native people are highly sympathetic, sweet mix between East and West!
When somebody asks me "is it danger fly?", I answer quickly that I highly prefer powergliding that taxi driving!! There is no adventure compared to give your life to a Turkish taxi driver! They're mad around here! We didn't stop telling them we were not in a hurry and they shouldn't go so fast, they would not listen!! You just had a look at the pilots' faces aboard the taxi!
Native people are highly sympathetic, sweet mix between East and West!
When somebody asks me "is it danger fly?", I answer quickly that I highly prefer powergliding that taxi driving!! There is no adventure compared to give your life to a Turkish taxi driver! They're mad around here! We didn't stop telling them we were not in a hurry and they shouldn't go so fast, they would not listen!! You just had a look at the pilots' faces aboard the taxi!
Flying in luxury
Everything begun with a mistake! A bus was waiting for me at the airport. The driver rushed to take my cases that I would not let loose... in the end I surrendered. I was alone on the bus: one bus for my only self!! with air conditioning, and colored lights...Where are we going??
The bus stops just in front of the white and gold majestic entrance of a palace hotel. There is parked a RollsRoyce... one of those few in the world with the logo on the wheel that remains fix when the wheel turns!
I walk down the long entrance hall until the reception along water fountains with thousands of lights... I could not believe it! That was a joke: a man in hat open the door and three fair-haired 2m tall girls (certainly Russians) were waiting for me: one with a glass of pink Champagne, one with a refresh towel and one... that kept following me around to collect the towel I never gave back after use (I didn't know!!!)
When they offered me to sit in a luxury sofa I started to be sure it was a mistake!
After so much light, gold and crystal, princess stairs all around... back to reality... my reality! slightly less glamour: a very nice man accompanies me back to the very same bus that had brought me here. This time the driver let me at a good distance of my hotel and let me take my case without getting down, and walk! No pity for the unknown! Back into my world!
I won't miss the Palace. Life in there is not the same as the average. Thanks to them I've got work and keep in touch with realities of "true" life. I preferred the drive in bus with doors opened as air conditioning and the plain smile of people around here. Usually one hour bus is a bit long; this time not!
Everything begun with a mistake! A bus was waiting for me at the airport. The driver rushed to take my cases that I would not let loose... in the end I surrendered. I was alone on the bus: one bus for my only self!! with air conditioning, and colored lights...Where are we going??
The bus stops just in front of the white and gold majestic entrance of a palace hotel. There is parked a RollsRoyce... one of those few in the world with the logo on the wheel that remains fix when the wheel turns!
I walk down the long entrance hall until the reception along water fountains with thousands of lights... I could not believe it! That was a joke: a man in hat open the door and three fair-haired 2m tall girls (certainly Russians) were waiting for me: one with a glass of pink Champagne, one with a refresh towel and one... that kept following me around to collect the towel I never gave back after use (I didn't know!!!)
When they offered me to sit in a luxury sofa I started to be sure it was a mistake!
After so much light, gold and crystal, princess stairs all around... back to reality... my reality! slightly less glamour: a very nice man accompanies me back to the very same bus that had brought me here. This time the driver let me at a good distance of my hotel and let me take my case without getting down, and walk! No pity for the unknown! Back into my world!
I won't miss the Palace. Life in there is not the same as the average. Thanks to them I've got work and keep in touch with realities of "true" life. I preferred the drive in bus with doors opened as air conditioning and the plain smile of people around here. Usually one hour bus is a bit long; this time not!
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