I’ve never been particularly fond of flying. I truly do envy a number of friends and colleagues who inform me, often with a barely discernible smirk, that their holiday begins ‘when they board the plane.’
Mine only even becomes a possibility when the reverse thrust kicks in on landing! At my age, because of nature’s rather more frequent insistence on visits to the loo, I always try to obtain an aisle seat. Consequently, most of my travel experience is centred around the ‘goings on’ within, instead of outwith, the aircraft.
This week I visited Denmark. On my return trip I was offered seat 1A. Outside of the cockpit, this is probably the best seat on the plane. It is a window seat and because it’s in the first row there is plenty of leg room, and space to visit the loo without major disruption. I accepted the offer and, although I have used the occasional window seat in the past 1A is something really special. With clear skies most of the way the whole, virtually panoramic scenario that unfolded was truly breathtaking. The most impressive sight to me was the magnificent beauty of the Alps, as we traversed it at sunset, which has to be the most perfect time of all.
What was not so reassuring was the revelation that, despite the illusion of vast distances of uninterrupted clear skies, the skyways are in fact nothing more than an airborne extension of the M25!
At least five fellow flying machines hurtled into and out of my sightline, at combined speeds that truly startles the imagination.
Flight trails above and below silently hung as proof of recent jet-borne travellers. It was not until we flew through one of these trails with quite a resounding bump, that I realised that there were also others at the same height as us, and not many seconds away either. Mmm, wasn’t too keen on that.
Anyway a truly eye opening and extremely pleasant experience. Thank you Norwegian airlines. Still one of the best.
Keep the faith.