8 comments on “RETURN TO BLIGHTY. Part 1

  1. I enjoyed reading this very much, Stan. I truly know first-hand many of the feelings you describe here. Seems flights are always on time when you don’t want to go. Never late. It’s so hard to put the one you love on a plane, knowing you will see them again…but maybe not when, or how. So glad that you have this beautiful love, but wonder how you will make it till ‘next’ time. But we always do…guess that’s what’s called faith. Thank you for writing this. Hopefully my love will be here in a few weeks. And we will have a joyous time….till it’s time to go again…and I do believe it gets harder each time to watch them get in that plane….

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  2. Hey Stan. I know that feeling, although I don’t share your fear of flying I damn well should! I have had more than my fair share of turbulence, that’s for sure! I often wonder do we each have an allotment of flight luck? Alcohol does manage to slay the edgy nerves somewhat in those situations but like you said, its those situations when they put the damn trolley away! I reckon it should be mandatory that all flight staff MUST serve during turbulence. Why not, they have flight legs they can do the bumps better than us schmucks! They should be trained how to serve and pour in one of those simulators.

    When I did the long haul flight back home to Australia last year from Europe and believe me…it’s a looooooooong haul. I had the worst scenario situation arise on my flight between Honkers and Sydney. At about 3 am in the morning when the rest of the plane was asleep, I’d woken to watch the wings bouncing around and suddenly there was this yawing sound that did not auger well. The plane went into a sudden steep decent and was vibrating and whining so much I thought the thing was going to blow apart. There was nothing at all from the cockpit. We seemed to be in free fall. People woke and started screaming and carrying on and amazingly as nervous as I MUST have been, I just had this incredible calm. My thought was “Well this is it then.”

    I thought about the wonderful time I had had and people I had left behind, those I might never see again and those I might never make it home to again either. There was some kind of quiet resolve. There was nothing I could do about it. But the pilot certainly was trying. After about 15 minutes of free fall possibly shorter, it felt like an hour, he finally nervously addressed the passengers and crew as we continued to descend and informed us that we had just hit a typhoon which was apparently a lot bigger and worse than radar and ground control had predicted. It became necessary to drop altitude to avoid the worst of the turbulence. We then had to go an hour off course to go around the storm. It was probably a good thing it was so pitch black outside and none of us could actually see the sky!

    Flying is also almost always encumbent with emotion anyway. On international flights like that We are either going to or leaving someone we love, or on our way too or leaving a grand adventure, so our senses are already on fast drive. Your story brought back some memories for me. Australia is still a damn long long way from the rest of the civilized world and I sometimes wish it were closer. But I think we really like it that way most of the time.

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  3. Ahh Stan,well worth waiting for,realy did the trip with you….and the tears!!!
    Love to you and Kit xxx

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