“Once you have experienced flying, you will walk the earth forever with your eyes turned skyward. For there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”— Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519)
Whether Daedalus or da Vinci, the dream of flying is as old as humanity itself. For me, it remains a wonder to this day. To lift off silently with barely more than two kilograms of equipment and let oneself be carried by the air—that is fascination in its purest form.
To indulge my longing for more “airtime,” I turned my hobby—at least in a small but special way—into a profession: as a flight instructor and tour guide.
I am drawn out again and again—flying, curious, open to whatever lies beyond the tourist trails. Discovering new countries, landscapes, and cultures from a bird’s-eye view is incomparable. And later, after hours in the air, landing somewhere dozens of kilometers away and meeting people whose paths you would otherwise never have crossed—that is adventure, connection, and a broadening of horizons all in one.
My journeys are more than flying holidays. They combine the fascination of flight with cultural discovery, culinary enjoyment, and authentic encounters. For those who fly don’t just see more of the world—they experience it more deeply.
Safety always comes first for me. Flying is free, but never reckless. Solid training, well-maintained equipment, and conscious decision-making are the foundation of every successful landing. Lifting off the ground—controlled, elegant, almost in slow motion—is not an act of force, but of precision.
