WE take air travel very much for granted these days. But, after 22,000 miles flown to New Zealand recently, I’ve noticed a few interesting things about it.
The main one is that air travel affects people in different ways. Those who absolutely hate it but accept it as the only realistic way to get abroad quickly tend to either (a) get drunk or whizzed out on calming medicines and spend the whole trip asleep or (b) remain twitchy and riveted on the aircraft’s wings for signs of metal fatigue, the “seatbelts on” sign for imminent turbulence or the cabin crew for early indications of an impending crash.
The reality for most of us is that air travel is good and bad, with the good bits outweighing the bad. And, once you have sensibly looked at the odds on getting killed in a plane crash, accept turbulence as just a bumpy ride and enjoy the reality of people serving you meals in your relatively comfortable seat and having the latest films revealed on your private screen.
While some people hate the prospect of “Dunkirk” showing in a loop or episodes of “Project Runway” back to back, personally, this is heaven. Plus, I love airline food – all those little tasty containers and no-one saying “Don’t you think 11.30am is a bit early for a glass of wine?”
What air travel does bring out, though, is a streak of selfishness. Why else would we push our seats to a more comfortable position at the expense of the poor person behind us losing even more knee room and having no chance of eating his meal on his little table?
Add to that those who pinch both armrests, spread their belongings to your area and snore and you’ve got all the elements of Air Rage.