Some years back I had a delayed flight on LIAT flying out of Antigua and they took some of us aside and walked us across the tarmac to a very small plane. You could see the heat waves shimmering over the black asphalt.
All six of us were big boys and luggage crammed it all full -- I stupidly got in first and that meant the back seat. No AC, no breeze, 105F and stifling. Door shut. Pilot walking around the plane on his cell phone with none of us having a clue when we're leaving -- but aware we were looking at a 45 minute hop.
Right then and there I had my first panic attack. Had any of those guys impeded my movement to the door they would be dead and I would certainly be in Her Majesty's Prison right now.
Don't fly on those little regional planes, my Fren.
All six of us were big boys and luggage crammed it all full -- I stupidly got in first and that meant the back seat. No AC, no breeze, 105F and stifling. Door shut. Pilot walking around the plane on his cell phone with none of us having a clue when we're leaving -- but aware we were looking at a 45 minute hop.
Right then and there I had my first panic attack. Had any of those guys impeded my movement to the door they would be dead and I would certainly be in Her Majesty's Prison right now.
Don't fly on those little regional planes, my Fren.