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#pilot #pilot_lyokha #pilot #boeing737 #flights #fly #sky #sky #flights #learn_to_fly #beauty #clouds #aviation #travel #world #height November 30, 2019. A typical working day out of a thousand exactly the same. "The Eternal City". This name of Rome comes from the 5th elegy of the second book of elegies by the Roman poet Tibullus, who lived in the 50s BC. I have been to Rome many times, both for work and as a tourist. To be honest, it is "not my thing", but this does not make Rome suffer and does not make it less majestic and grandiose. Moscow, Saturday morning turned out to be foggy, wet. People who were spoiled by the housing issue are still sleeping. There are no hated traffic jams on the roads yet and dashing taxi drivers - the Kyrgyz fly like particles of matter in Brownian motion. It's quiet on the Vnukovo platform. The fog is getting thicker and thicker with the dawn. They are already giving less than 400 meters of visibility, and that's how it really is! From the plane stand to the "flying saucer" of the station It's about 450 meters and the building is barely recognizable. But it doesn't scare me at all. I have the right to take off with 150m visibility. (Like in that old joke: "What do I care about your 300 visibility? I can't see any further anyway! ????) It's a 3.5 hour flight to Rome. Almost all of Europe is under a thick blanket of clouds. The clearings begin in the Budapest area (oh, this Budapest! Someday I'll tell you about the adventures of two Russian pilots on the banks of the blue Danube). I showed my favorite passengers Balaton, the Adriatic and began to descend. The coast of the Tyrrhenian Sea is flooded with sun. Fiumicino gives +20 heat! The Italians wouldn't be Italians if they didn't organize a small glove compartment on the approach. First they gave one approach scheme, then another, and almost on the direct approach, they changed the landing strip altogether! Well, this is in their traditions and anyone who flies to Italy knows these peculiarities. I took off from Rome with a slight delay (which is also a common, everyday story), turned around at sea and headed for Moscow. Here is Anzio, here is Rome itself, here is Terni... Goodbye Italy...