Just read a thing about someone who hates air travel, that is enough of an inspiration for me to talk about how much I secretly enjoy it!
See, the flight from Australia to London/ Iceland/ Europe in general is a killer. I've done it many times, and although different stuff happens, it's always the same. It takes at least twenty hours, usually a stopover or two - it's an ordeal.
I kind of love it, though. It might be mostly because I've learned to associate the trip with getting to see loved ones that I haven't seen in a while - I don't mind the plane because I know all about the rewards that await me.
True, there's all the hassle of getting to the airport, organising tickets-passports-packing-presents-check-in and all of that. But seeing as how I always leave super early for everything, I usually end up at the airport hours before I actually need to be there. And I love the feeling that you get when you've done all the security checks and dumped your bags, and all that's left to do is get on the plane.
Then once you're on the plane, there's nothing that you have to do! You get to turn off your phone, get all settled in your seat, put your books* in the pocket in front of you, and just do whatever you want for the next eight to twelve hours! This is assuming that what you want to do involves sitting - watching movies and bad TV, reading, playing computer games - I am pretty big on sitting-based activities, so it's a dream come true.
(* my optimum combo is one novel, one blank book to write/draw in, and one book of puzzles. I love cryptic crosswords.)
Pretty people bring you blankets and pillows and free food and drinks (I still haven't braved AirAsia for the long haul flights - I'm not sure if the discount is worth the hassle). Sometimes you end up with a whole row to yourself and you feel like the luckiest most special princess that ever lived (I've obviously never been in business class either.) You get your food in a little box and unwrap all the bits separately - sometimes parts of it are even edible, once you're done coating them with salt!
The lady in the article talks about how she hates not being in control of the situation - I think I love that part the most. Yes, planes crash sometimes, and it's never out of the question that it could be the one that you're on. But even though I get that moment of panic when there's turbulence, I find it calming to know that I have no influence over what happens. Maybe it's because I'm such a worrier usually; it's one of those situations where I know that my worrying is completely useless, so I can switch it off.
I know there's a million bad things about flying, like motion sickness and screaming babies and airplane food and delays and accidentally booking a flight with a twelve hour overnight stopover in KL, where all the shops are closed and you spend the night sleeping in twenty minute naps on a whole range of different chairs throughout the airport.
Still, planes are pretty cool.
P.S. Not exactly plane-related, but have you seen the movie Up? I don't know if I mentioned it here, but it is amazing and awesome and everyone should watch it and cry three times like I did.
I was never that impressed by the trailers, but a friend of Ross' from work lent it to us, and now it has done the rounds of the whole house. So. Good.