Private pilot. Connoisseur at heart.
Batty travels with curiosity, a fondness for good tables and fairly firm opinions about coffee. Sometimes at the controls of a Bristell. Sometimes with a boarding pass and considerably less say in the departure time.
The story began on the Brooklyn Bridge in March 2019, with a camera, a small Batman figure and a chance encounter. A travelling companion became a way of looking at the world.
This is a personal journal of flights, favourite places and honest impressions. The good, the less convincing and the occasional excellent lunch. There is usually room for a detour.