Now that I’m finally here, sipping a beer by the pool at Ilala Lodge, I can’t help but think back on my flight yesterday. It’s fun dissing that MA60 plane from afar, but when you’re sitting in that shit taking off, all the religion comes flooding back.
I’m serious though. I ain’t never prayed like I did, sitting in seat 1A right NEXT TO THE DAMN PROPELLER!! Now I know why this thing takes so long to get here – the props don’t turn at a constant rate, the things are drunk, revving up and down, wings wobbling, stomachs churning.
And the landing? God. This pilot couldn’t get his final turn right, so he had to do a series of wobbly turns to correct. I swear I saw my life flashing before my eyes as this rusty bucket dropped to the ground, bounced, landed and bounced again, then finally settled.
But now I’m here, sipping beer by the pool, writing this. I’m never climbing those five steps into that black hole of Chinese-made airplane again.
It was like the Luna Park ride from hell.