Once the doors shut, you are in the hands of the pilot and there is fuck-all you can do. Apart from get melted, sit back and enjoy the ride!
Thats me!
1. When you're time is up, its up. Duznae matter if you're in an aircraft or not.
2. I love flying, really wish I could have been a pilot.
My "best" flight was London to Amman, Jordan, with Yugoslavia Airlines in the 1980s and back.
Working for HM Government at the time, 1983, I had to get permission from London to take that route. Done!
Take off from Heathrow and everything is fine.
Flying over the Alps the aircraft banks heavily to the right, drinks, meals and even people all over the place. Moments later I look out the window and there's another aircraft where we would have been and its so close I can see the other pilot shaking his fist!
We had a few stops in Yugoslavia, mostly military airfields, and it was like a 5 mile cross country trip to the terminal. Cross Country? Aye, this pilot guy was as much on the grass as he was on the tarmac - same on the way home.
On the way home I was led to believe it was a direct flight to London, was it fuck!
We set off at 3am and just as the sun rose we were coming into land. A few sentences in Yugoslav, a couple in Arabic and one in English gave no indication where we were landing - this was a fecking adventure!!
On the way down I noticed wee spirals of smoke in the mountains, folk cooking breakfast I thought having seen folk jumping out their Mercs in Jordan and frying up on the hard shoulder of motorways.
Close to landing there's a fantastic beach, a lot of half built hotels and houses.
We land.
Seconds later there's the biggest fuck off fire engine I have seen in my life.
BIERUT INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT written along the side!!!!
The buildings had been blown up!!!!!
We were given the option to get off, I chose not to as there was a fecking war going on there, Terry Waite was kidnapped the week after. Still maybe I should have as the fuel tender pulled up to refuel us.
I noticed as they took the baggage off someone had the same case as I did. No they didn't, that was MY bag getting off for an extended holiday - I got it back 3 weeks later.
I looked towards the mountains. No it wasn't breakfast. As the flashes went off I realised it was mortar or cannon type fire!
Then came into view a couple of jeep type vehicles ... with huge fuck off machine guns on the back, 6/8 feet long strafing the perimeter of the airport.
The rally cross round Yugoslavia again where a guy with a USSR passport got on, sat beside me, was very interested in where I worked, no near misses and safely back in London and eventually Edinburgh ... but with no luggage!
An adventure.
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