A Love-Hate Relationship

In 12 days time I will be on my way to Heathrow airport, from there I fly to Nairobi and then onward to Mombasa, on the east coast of Kenya, before finally journeying down the coast about 30 miles to Diani beach. All together it's almost a whole day of travelling, but I don't mind that.

Nor do I mind telling you that flying and I have a love-hate relationship. It's not a phobia as such, more a dislike of not being in control.  If I were flying the plane, I'd be perfectly comfortable, but sat at the back staring at the flimsy looking wings...that's different.  

On the other hand I love flying, I love that I'm 39,000ft high, and I love considering the engineering that is keeping me there, that really I'm just sat on fast moving air.  Then looking out at a horizon that is over 200 miles away and wondering why they don't make glass bottom planes as they do glass bottom boats.  All things considered though I'd still prefer some sort of transcontinental space hopper, much safer.

So taking these first two flights fills me with a mixture of terror and glee.  But that's all eclipsed by my shear excitement, first about visiting this whole new world and second about the night time flying.  I'm excited. for lack of a more expressive word,  to see how different the stars look at 39,000ft and how they move across the sky as I move forward 2 hours, and south towards the equator.  

I hope I get a window seat.