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One of the big plusses of the Motorfalke is the side-by-side seating, which makes sharing flights that much more rewarding. I always enjoy watching the grins on my passengers' faces.

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Micky and Nina before their flights
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Roberto, my Spanish paragliding compaƱero
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My nieces Julia and Franciska
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Nick on a visit from London
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My big brother Erik playing the fool
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My son Dylan
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Jakkie, my oldest friend and by nature a reluctant aviator, surprised me by asking for a flip. Despite his expression, he assures me he enjoyed the experience.
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Jakkie's kids: Nina the budding photographer...
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... and Micky. Always happy!
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My "almost-a-teenager" niece Gali and I went for a quick sunset flight. Afterwards, she told her mum she had decided to become a pilot! It was not to be. RIP.
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My sister Ursula looking glamorous while on a rare visit between her yachting gigs. It was to be the last time I saw her. She and her daughter died in a car accident a year later. RIP.


In early January 2013, my old and dear friends the Van Wyk family came for a brief visit. We managed to catch a beautiful winter evening and I took all 4 of them flying:
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Guille is the son of some friends of mine. This flight was his 6th birthday present.
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The view from above


A quick winter sunset flip with my neighbour and good friend Pedro, on a brief home visit from his Norway job:


This little charmer is my son Nicolas, currently aged 3. He had been expressing a keen interest on flying in Daddy's plane, but I had been putting him off - until the day a few months ago when we went out to the airfield on a day trip with friends and I took their (older) kids for flights. That was it - Nicolas, age
2½, was having no more delays. It was either fly right here, right now, or completely dissolve in a puddle of angry tears on the hangar floor. So I relented, strapped him in on top of some extra cushions and flew a quick circuit, nervously observing his reactions. I needn't have worried. Halfway through the downwind leg he stuck his hand out the little sliding window, felt the air for a while, and then calmly turned to me and said: "It's cold outside, hey Daddy?" Since then we have been on several little flights. This last time the blue balloon absolutely had to come along for the ride...
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And finally, my ever gorgeous co-pilot Gail.
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