Why is it that all the amazing places I want to go to require a flight? Aside from the obvious costs of getting anywhere I never find the journey (according to some sayings the best part of getting somewhere) particularly fun.
I’m not scared of flying by any means I just don’t prefer it to other methods of transport. Unfortunately as there is no trans-Atlantic railway I have little option but to strap myself in a metal tube for a few hours and endure the feeling of helplessness that accompanies it.
Cruising would be a viable option should I have unlimited time and funds, but when it takes nearly a week to go from the UK to New York (and only on certain days) I would have to book a month off work just to visit. That said the plan for when I emigrate to America does revolve around me going by ship like they did in the olden days, I already have my little brown suitcase and I just need a flap cap for when I gaze upon the Statue of Liberty for the first time.
My problem with planes is the lack of control I feel. In a car I’m driving (most of the time), on a boat I could swim and a train is firmly on the ground. Being a sardine at 30,000 feet is an unappetising prospect should anything go wrong. Added to this is the inability to see where I’m going.
Granted I can use the map on the tiny screen, but with most other forms of transportation there are normally large windows that are easy to look out of. Unless I am lucky to get a window seat there is little chance of having a glance as to what lies below, even then the view I most often get is one of the flimsy looking wing bouncing up and down.
Maybe I need to pass my civilian aviation test and become a pilot who can fly a large passenger jet, at least then I would be happy to know that I have my fingers firmly on the autopilot off switch just in case Skynet happens.
My solution with flight anxiety is to prepare for the flight by researching everything to do with the journey. I will have checked the weather charts, turbulence predictions, safety records of the aircraft and airline, any incidents at the airports, escape routes or anything that can help me feel more informed. In fact the best flight I ever had was coming back from New York on a United flight that had the radio between the cockpit and ATC as one of the media options. Even though they were being warned of chop ahead I felt more comfortable knowing it was coming.
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