I didn’t always hate flying. I use to enjoy the plunges through the sky and flying through storms, lighting flashing and the plane swerving through the screaming winds. I would often sit with my face pressed to the window, watching the Earth bend at the horizon. I loved the ground moving slowly beneath, city giving way to farm land before I was so high I couldn’t make out much of anything. Except for the mountains and the rivers, those always stood out.
Perhaps it is part of growing old, knowing that time on Earth is short, that made me fear flying. I know for sure that after my first flight to China I have avoided flying as much as possible. The plane took off from San Fran for a direct flight to Shanghai. Some where past the international date line the flight hit the worst air turbulence,
I had just gotten my food when the first bounces began. They were good size but they were intermittent. Then the sky began to fall away quite regularly. I have to hang onto the tray so it wouldn’t fly through the cabin. The stewardess stopped serving. Occasionally one or two of them would dart by and pick up the trays that had been served. It seemed I waited for ever for my tray to be taken. It was the only time I experienced air sickness.
The only good thing about the flight was I didn’t have a window seat. I don’t think I could have bared the horrors outside. And there was the stop over in Korea.
The plane had exhausted most of its fuel battling the winds that the plane was diverted to an island off the coast of South Korea to refuel. I was never so happy to reach terra firma.
If I have to fly I try to get a seat on the aisle so that I can stretch out my left leg. A few hours of sitting my knee begins to ache. Stretching it out between stewardess’ ambling by answering passenger requests, helps. Of course when the cart runs into my foot I wake with a start.
I am a huge fan of train travel, especially in these days of traveling. Train travel may be slower, but it is so much more civilized. I love going up to the dining car and watching the world roll by. On the train I don’t really care if I get a window or aisle seat. Both are some what comfortable.
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