In which my landings go back to being terrible, I learn that it is preferable to fly into a fence rather than a tree, nearly fly into a mountain and nearly land in a tree.
In which I fly a Cessna 172, do a city orbit, go to the RAAF Museum, fly around Port Philip Bay and experience momentary weightlessness.
In which I fly surprisingly well, forget the displaced threshold and learn how to attempt to fix an engine failure.
In which I do the pre-solo test, suffer through flying 4964 and nearly land off the side of the runway.
In which I learn that the Jabiru has parts off a wheelbarrow, invent a mini-checklist, feel glad that I’m not learning at Moorabbin and attempt a glide approach.
In which I nearly mess up every radio call I make, try my first sideslip, have issues with a displaced threshold and discover that I’m not allowed to fly down the side of the runway.
In which I discover that 4964 is hideous to fly, learn about glide approaches and am given an important piece of advice.