Of course I was delighted the flight was over, but I still had to worry about cleaning up inside the cabin, I had to worry about the hatch, how to get in the sling, and so on.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I suddenly felt the plane go down. I thought we were going to die. I was really scared. I was sitting with my head in my hands.
I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.
I've had a chance to fly a lot of different airplanes, but it was nothing like the shuttle ride.
My wife had taken off on a plane. Two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. I, of course, like any other person, felt potentially devastated, panicky a little bit.
I try to tell the people that are sort of new here when they come in and do their flights and whatever, the things that you remember most after your flights are the interactions you've had with your crew. Those are the most satisfying things you take away from a flight.
I'm not sure if I could bear to go on an aeroplane again. It's not my concern for the welfare of the planet. It's not even the long check-in times and queuing. No, it's the humiliation of the security process that has finally done it for me.
Once I was gone for a month and I was just miserable, so I flew back from Florida for two hours just to be home and see my cats.
I've never missed a flight. And I don't see any reason in cutting it close because airports are pleasurable for me: You can go to the restaurant, get a massage, browse books, sit at a bar, check emails.
So far, and today, everything felt really great. Now I am good to get on the plane and fly to Australia.
On both of my flights, everything went very well.