I am terrified of flying. More than snakes, the dark and ghosts, flying makes me really petrified. In fact, I would rather lie in a pit of snakes in a black out whilst the undead do the Macarena around me than fold my tray table away, put my seat in the upright position and prepare for take-off.
Today I donned a yellow safety vest and spent the day at Lanseria Airport. It was good to spend time amongst planes without sweating palms and a thumping heart. I learnt that planes are loud, real loud (especially when landing or taking off a few metres away from you). And it felt weirdly comforting to see so many take off and land without smashing to the ground in a fiery ball of death. Overcoming my fear of flying. Tick…ish.