I mean if you never want to see those things then sure. HoNg Kong was 15 hours to Seoul and then 4 hours to HK. Well worth it for the experience.My son just got back from australia. 16 hour flight out of O'Hare. How is that even possible? Not for me thanks.
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When I was younger, we used to schedule trips like that, taking different routes and seeing different sites, but for the last several years, long drives are just too much for me, I get back, shoulder and neck aches, and end up needing a day of rest just to recover from the drive.Turn left at 40 and take 26 to 95 and go down the Atlantic side
I was strictly against ever flying again, until the last time I drove through Atlanta. I’ll be flying to Florida in October.
My son just got back from australia. 16 hour flight out of O'Hare. How is that even possible? Not for me thanks.
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“I never knew ye”I pine for the days of wearing a jacket and tie, and flying with dignity.
I just had to share this somewhere, unbelievable.
The Zombie Apocalypse might change your mind !The first time I flew I was about 7 or 8 years old, so around 1971 or or so. It was a fun and exciting experience. My mom made me dress well. Everyone was dressed well and were happy and friendly. Pilot invited me to the cockpit and gave me plastic pilot wings.
I joined the Army in 1984, spent 22 years in, so I got to fly in a lot of commercial airlines besides the fixed and rotary wing military aircraft. Over time, I got to see the deterioration in the commercial air experience. Greyhound of the skies indeed. It became like a gun show. Poorly dressed, unbathed, unfriendly people.
Then, after 9/11, TSA decided to add to the distatefullnes of the experience. I flew one time after 9/11, out of necessity, and I vowed to never fly again.
Well, what I have been doing to reinforce that decision is bingeing the TV show "Air Disasters" Holy f, their reenactments are wild. You can quote me statistics about how it it safer than some other forms of travel. I don't care. Sure, I may die in a car accident, but it wont be plunging to the planet from several thousand feet, inverted, at 400 miles an hour, with minutes to consider how I'm about to become splattered across the landscape and indistinguishable from the remains of the other poor souls on the plane with me.
I can't imagine any scenario where I ever get on an aircraft again.
Just don't be like this (Indianan) guy.
I just had to share this somewhere, unbelievable.
I just had to share this somewhere, unbelievable.
I just had to share this somewhere, unbelievable.