Jimpel , lekka , call it what you like , theres nothing like flying , smell the Blossoms over the orange farms at Marble Hall, the smell of freshly ploughed earth in Delmas , The smell of Khaki bush in Bothaville when they are harvesting mealies , dont forget the smell of Bacon an eggs when the Microlanders have a brekkie fly in , and of course the smell of a Piggery/ feedlot , or Harties rotting in winter - those are the smells - The look on a students face after his first solo , the joy of a first flight , the comaraderie with other pilots , the look on the faces of the okes on their way to the salt mine on the highway , Just to name a few - Check the green mielies in summer , the cosmos in April , the cops hiding in the middle of the highway , Ja flying is like a Guinness , its too good for you , it refreshes the soul , it make yaenjoy life to the fullest .

in Afrikaans its lokken vekker!!!