My trip home was mostly uneventful. I rode on a small plane into Atlanta. There was some turbulence. It was especially hard to take because all the people sitting by windows in my line of vision had closed the shutters. I was riding in a dark, bumpy coffin, and I could not see if we were approaching the ground slowly or quickly. I gripped the armrest, bit back the nausea, sweated profusely, and hoped for the best.
I don’t know if I haven’t been to the Atlanta airport in a while, or if I had just forgotten, but I wasn’t very comfortable there. The airport corridors and aisles all seemed just a tad too small. The airport is giant, but it felt very crowded. I was bumping into people in the hallways, in the shops, in the bathrooms… every where.
The trip from Atlanta to Baltimore was smooth. It feels nice to be home.
You seem to have taken this photo from a great height – or are you just that tall and I’ve forgotten?
“Dark, bumpy coffin” – there’s some disturbing imagery. Turbulence makes me sleepy – I think it’s a survival mechanism. A terrible, terrible survival mechanism: Danger! Zzzzzzz.
Yes, thanks for that nice flying description…now please excuse me while I go have a complete nervous break down!
Maybe you became much larger while you were in Tenneseeissi. Did the plane seem cramped at all?
So many questions. So few answers.