Change of Pace

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After hunting down ruins, cathedrals, and castles, it was time to do something different.  Patrick found a flight school and aeronautics museum about an hour outside of Galway.  The real attraction was a Boeing 737 flight simulator in which he could take a lesson.  He practiced takeoffs, landings (at several different airports), and even had a little weather thrown in for a challenge.  To cap off the experience, two of his flights included engine failures one of which was known as a V1 engine failure.  V1 is the point in takeoff where you past the opportunity to abort; your only choice is to take off and return the airport…tricky, but not impossible.  While we waited for his time in the simulator, we stopped for a snack at the Cafe Solo nearby.  What a great name for an airport cafe!

And, since pictures can’t tell the whole story, here are some videos.

https://youtu.be/s2DpJeujhC8

https://youtu.be/qgXxK73RYeQ

https://youtu.be/0T5fTo13WQ8










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