tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733654361980886883.post8200673687812490817..comments2023-10-24T05:18:53.448+10:00Comments on Steve Capelin, Writer. My Missing Life: Vanuatu 3. FlightSteve Capelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14838386764407644146noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733654361980886883.post-83534734499586993402011-10-19T12:57:07.667+10:002011-10-19T12:57:07.667+10:00I love flying too.
I flew from Toronto to Baltimo...I love flying too.<br /><br />I flew from Toronto to Baltimore once. I know, that's not nearly as exotic or romantic as flying amongst islands in the South Pacific. However, I bring it up because it was a small plane - not quite as small as that one in the picture but the smallest plane I was ever in. Maybe sixteen seats. <br /><br />People warned me about the noise, the bumpiness. Not a fan of heights (I can't drive over a high bridge), I ignored them. But that didn't matter. When I got in the sky, and with the relatively low altitudes flying over the gorgeous New York and Pennsylvania, I was plastered to the window the entire time. <br /><br />Nose to the window, Steve.Jenniferhttp://www.jensrealia.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733654361980886883.post-86342700946601212172011-10-17T22:26:45.087+10:002011-10-17T22:26:45.087+10:00I have only flown in one once - they weighed us al...I have only flown in one once - they weighed us all with our baggage before getting on. Very odd experience, at only 4ft 10in (and slimmish) I was lucky ... it has made me wonder ever since though - shouldn't I be entitled to a bigger baggage allowance? I weigh so much less than so and so?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com