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That One Flight - Part IV - A Turbulent Beginning
Seconds pass before the engines spool up. The breaks are released and we begin moving.
Moments later, a loud and defined roar from the engines vibrates throughout the plane as we race down the tarmac airstrip.
The faster we get, the bumpier the ride becomes and the more forced back into my seat I'm getting...
It felt like minutes before the plane began tilting upward and before I knew it, we became airborne.
My eyes are stuck to the window as I look at all the movement below us. All the cars, buses, trains and other planes become smaller and smaller. The trees all begin to slowly fade and blend into one shade green colour as now the mountains, that were hard to see from the ground, come into view by the very horizon.
I take a deep breath before laying back into my seat.
Just as I was about to fully relax and give myself up to this oddly comfortable seat, the plane suddenly drops before rising up, causing me to grab onto the armrests. Once again, the plane drops before going back up and then we begin to shake ever so slightly.
I note how the roaring of the engines quietens down, but it does not stop the shaking.
I look outside, just to see us about to enter a thick layer of clouds.
Just when I thought that that was all that was going to happen, the plane began to turn.
Even though the aircraft is trying to correct its heading, the turbulence while turning makes me feel like we are going to fall from the sky at any second.
The plane banks back from turn moments later and, in some type of unison, I feel the turbulence die out.
I lay my head back and sigh with relief, still gripping the armrest. I love flying, but I hate when we fly into turbulence.
A chuckle beside me caught my attention. I turn towards James, just to see a smug smile stretched across his lips.
Then I feel something move beneath my hand that is anchored to the armrest. James's hand is trapped beneath mine. I didn't even notice...
"Fuu- sorry..." I blurt out.
But just as I was about to take my hand off of his, the plane once again dips before rising back up and begins shaking once again, causing me to tighten my grip. I look outside, only to see that we have entered the thick clouds.
My eyes are glued to the window as I rest my head back against the headrest of the seat.
Seconds pass before we are out of...
Moments later, a loud and defined roar from the engines vibrates throughout the plane as we race down the tarmac airstrip.
The faster we get, the bumpier the ride becomes and the more forced back into my seat I'm getting...
It felt like minutes before the plane began tilting upward and before I knew it, we became airborne.
My eyes are stuck to the window as I look at all the movement below us. All the cars, buses, trains and other planes become smaller and smaller. The trees all begin to slowly fade and blend into one shade green colour as now the mountains, that were hard to see from the ground, come into view by the very horizon.
I take a deep breath before laying back into my seat.
Just as I was about to fully relax and give myself up to this oddly comfortable seat, the plane suddenly drops before rising up, causing me to grab onto the armrests. Once again, the plane drops before going back up and then we begin to shake ever so slightly.
I note how the roaring of the engines quietens down, but it does not stop the shaking.
I look outside, just to see us about to enter a thick layer of clouds.
Just when I thought that that was all that was going to happen, the plane began to turn.
Even though the aircraft is trying to correct its heading, the turbulence while turning makes me feel like we are going to fall from the sky at any second.
The plane banks back from turn moments later and, in some type of unison, I feel the turbulence die out.
I lay my head back and sigh with relief, still gripping the armrest. I love flying, but I hate when we fly into turbulence.
A chuckle beside me caught my attention. I turn towards James, just to see a smug smile stretched across his lips.
Then I feel something move beneath my hand that is anchored to the armrest. James's hand is trapped beneath mine. I didn't even notice...
"Fuu- sorry..." I blurt out.
But just as I was about to take my hand off of his, the plane once again dips before rising back up and begins shaking once again, causing me to tighten my grip. I look outside, only to see that we have entered the thick clouds.
My eyes are glued to the window as I rest my head back against the headrest of the seat.
Seconds pass before we are out of...
