5 Days to Flight
It’s only 5 days to the flight, and feeling good. Pretty relaxed day at work and looking forward to some hotter weather. In the UK at the minute it is about 6 degrees Celsius, which is OK, but in Scottsdale, AZ it is between 15 and 20 degrees Celsius. Not too hot and not too cold. Certainly T-Shirt and shorts weather fro me.
Flight to San Francisco
This particular flight was back in January 2016. In 2015, I had travelled back and fourth to the USA a large number of times, meaning I had spent just short of 3 months in the great nation. I was well a custom to the ways of the US and also flying. It had gotten to a point where I wasn’t as bothered about boarding a plane, as long as I had my medication. I would worry as usual, get anxious the day before and on the day of the flight, still suffer. But the suffering was less.
We had good weather and a nice big plane to get over to San Francisco on. Flight time between 10 and 11 hours. I took my seat and expected a fairly smooth ride,a s the pilot had said that they didn’t expect any bad weather. Usually once on a plane, I don’t take any further Diazepam as the hard part is done. I settle down and usually by the time we land, they are fully out of my system. Well the effects are at least.
And then this…
This flight was a little different, we were well over the US and about an hour or so from landing. The fasten seat belt sign came on, and the crew were asked to return to their seats. Boom, there it was. The bumpiest turbulence I had faced to date. I wasn’t holding on for dear life though, even though I had one hand on the seat headrest in front of me. I don’t know if it was nerves or the last effects of my medication, but I started to giggle. It was like being on a rodeo almost. There was no dropping thousands of feet. There was cans and cups dropping and bouncing around, but no worse than a car again on a bumpy road. My stomach dropped a couple of times, but it didn’t make me feel sick.
The turbulence must have lasted all of 10 minutes, but for that brief period of time, I felt at ease. I had gotten on the plane like many times before. It maybe normal travel to most people, but I always feel like I’m taking a chance on life each time.
We soon had our feet on the ground safe and sound anyway and headed into San Francisco. I did have another bumpy experience in the tail end of Storm Imogen. Check out this post for details.
In San Francisco
This was my second time in San Francisco, and this time had a full day off to catch up on some sleep and do the tourist thing. I had bought tickets to Alcatraz, for me and a colleague, so was looking forward to that trip. As it turns out, it is one of my top tourist attractions to date.
This is us approaching Alcatraz Island.
Here is me behind bars, some say I was right at home there!
On Alcatraz with the Golden Gate Bridge behind. It was a really nice day too.
Leaving the island behind.
San Francisco ahead on the return boat ride.
The return flight was very uneventful indeed. The trip to the airport was probably more eventful, with a crazy taxi driver. As usual I had the pre-flight nerves, but there is always a good feeling about heading back home to loved ones. It spurs you on to just get on the bloody thing.
New experiences are always had when you visit new places. Don’t let a few ill feelings stop you from experiencing life. But if you don’t want to do something, equally don’t be pushed into it.