Drive On The Left !?
    Italian roads are very good, including the mountain ones, which the pilot intends to use to reach runways. Problematic is, however, another thing and that is the habits of the Italian driver. More or less you drive on the left but right of way is granted only in the event that an Italian would certainly and irreparably suffer a change in the shape of his car body and speed limit is rather not respected at all. Our attempts to maintain the speed limit of 50km/hr in cities was ill received, and although I don't understand much Italian, the gestures of the local drivers made it clear that I'm just a Moravian fool who just recently climbed out of the wine cellar, tunneled his way out of a mine, or just climbed down off a tree, but certainly doesn't belong on the road in any case. And that's maybe a very polite interpretation of the various grimaces, signs, and arm/leg waving of the worldly Italian drivers. We learned some of the gestures ourselves quickly, but the result wan't convincing. It's not recommended to pester a rattlesnake barefooted. Nothing remained but to put on dark glasses, act worldly and step on the gas more.

Italian Girls
    In light of the fact that this time I took along my girlfriend Katka on the flying expedition, nothing remained but to logically arrive at the surprising conclusion that in Bassano and its wide vicinity there are no girls ...

Is It Really a Pilot's Paradise ?
    Bassano is an excellent early Spring flying terrain that gives Czech pilots a chance to fly at a time when Queen Winter still rules the republic despotically.

    The mountains above Bassano are truly beautiful and especially around the upper runways you can really enjoy them even from the ground.



    The Bassano terrain is relatively well-known among all European pilots and also abundantly visited by them. And so maybe it is for this reason that it is already somewhat over-civilized and almost sleazy. It is hard to compare it with another flying terrain called Castelluccio which lies another 350km South as the crow flies. Approximately 100km North of Rome, high in the mountains, far from civilization, where it's so dark at night you could cut the darkness with a knife, so quiet that you can hear the grass grow and where only foxes wish the pilot a good night. That's where the real European pilot's paradise is. In light of its high elevation above sea level, however, it is certainly not a terrain for February or March, but more like July or August. But about Castelluccio later ...