Wild plane spotting

Well it’s not animals or hiking or swimming, but for the real plane buffs out there or for those who just generally love planes or like doing something different like me, both these places are pretty cool.

Plane landing at Maho Beach, Saint Martin

Plane landing at Maho Beach, Saint Martin

Close up plane spotting on Maho Beach

Close up plane spotting on Maho Beach

The best places for having fun spotting ‘live’ planes has got to be at Maho Beach in Sint Martin – a popular Caribbean destination. (Read more about Saint Martin.) Beach bars abound at one end of the beach so there’s plenty to do while you’re waiting for the next flight – that’s if lying on a beautiful beach, getting a massage on your sun lounger, or swimming in beautiful blue water aren’t enough for you. Best is the middle of the day for quantity of larger planes landing (approx. 10.30am to 1.30pm) but if you want to hang out without the madding crowds, then the afternoon is way quieter. Although there is plenty of room for all so I wouldn’t be too stressed about sharing the beach with others.

Crowds gather daily to watch the planes land

Crowds gather daily to watch the planes land

Close up views of the undercarriage

Close up views of the undercarriage

Boeing 727 remnants Yap

Boeing 727 remnants Yap

On the other hand, for ‘dead’ planes a great spot is Yap – part of Micronesia and not so easy to get to – but very worth it if you do. In Yap you can ‘discover’ both Japanese and US WWII air force planes in all sorts of crashed decay, as well as the bonus of a more recently crashed (1980) Boeing 727. (Read more about Yap.)

Of course neither place is to be compared with the like of the Smithsonian in the US, or the UK’s Fleet Air Arm Museum, but I think even a buff plane spotter would find both impressive.

Japanese WWII bomber in Yap, Micronesia

Japanese WWII bomber in Yap, Micronesia

WWII bomber YAP.jpg

Travelling in the 70’s and 80’s – “Phone home” memory lane

Travelling in the 70’s and 80’s – “Phone home” memory lane

If you have no interest in how it was “back then” (and I remember quietly rolling my eyes when my grandfather might start on “when I was a lad...." stories) then I don’t intend to bore you, so please just skip this blog. But, I have met many 20-something year olds in backpackers that are genuinely interested to hear – so these few memory lane posts are for them - enjoy!

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