Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Luton

"That plane's silver!"
"It is. Do you remember what colour our plane is?"
"Um... purple!"
"That's right!"
"What are those people doing?"
"They're loading people's luggage into the plane. See they're putting the suitcases on to a conveyor belt that goes up into the plane."
"Why?"

We begin to taxi.

"Where's the silver plane gone? I can't see it!"
"It's probably behind us now. We've turned around."
"We came from over THERE!"
...
"Daddy, daddy, look! Another silver plane! And a blue one!"
...
"We're not going very fast!"
"We're moving to the runway. That's where we go fast."
"Why?"
...
"Is this the runway?"
"Not yet."
"I can see a BIG PLANE!"
...
...
"DON'T TAKE YOUR SEATBELT OFF!"
"Why?"
"Because we're almost on the runway. We're about to FLY!"
...

"*CABIN CREW PREPARE FOR TAKE OFF*"

The engines rev. The plane begins to rattle as we hurtle down the runway.

"Are we in the air yet?"
"no..."
"Are we in the air yet?"
"no..."
"Are we in the air yet?"
"no..."
"Are we in the air yet?"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And I have to say, the excitement of the 3 year old boy in the row in front of us was somewhat infectious. Never again shall I allow myself to forget how exciting it is to be human - a terrestrial being not blessed by the gift of aerodynamics, built of the ground and designed to stay there - yet flying. We saw the world from far, far up above. We entered the realm of the clouds ("LIKE CANDYFLOSS!"), a vast and magnificent domain with its own mountains and ravines. We tiptoed over mountains. We looked down on the labyrinth of islands along the Dalmatian Coast, each surrounded by clear waters. And then we landed, in another country, mere hours after Luton, emerging from this miraculous metal tube.

"When do we get to Croatia?" the little boy asked.
"We're here!" replied his Mum.
"Oh..."

For some, it's the journey not the destination.

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