Travel

Flying


I don’t like flying.

Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel, love airports, enjoy being in a plane (who wouldn’t enjoy a guilt free reason to sit and watch movies while someone brings food and booze to you?) and generally love everything about flying, except the actual act of being in the air.

It’s an irrational fear of plummeting to a slow and painful death. I’m fine as long as it’s not bumpy. Turbulence and I are not friends.

But living in Kenya, I’ve had to get pretty used to hoping on and off these little things.

Ultimately, I’m impatient and efficient so I’ll always chose a 45 min flight over 5 hours on Kenyan roads.

(Ps the plane back was even smaller…)

 

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