Another flight

After my short flight in empty space from ramp to rock, i soon had another flight coming up. I spend  scaring days in the hospital , waiting if the doc’s would give me permission to fly again , but then for a trip of 16000 k’s. Ribs fractured and a collapsed long with air inside are not really the best circumstances to take a flight of this magnitude on. The only thing i could do those days in the hospital were trying to get my longs as quick as possible back in a their normal function. So i started to train. The stairs in the hospital were my play ground. Trying to walk up the stairs was never that hard, especially considering i’m a die hard on walking up a hill , multiple times a day , as part of my daily work out bush trying to create a track to the top of the hill. But i kept walking those damned stairs in the hospital, making several doc’s and nurses nervous. 

But it helped, after a few days my long capacity was back to normal, as normal you could get for somebody who likes his rollies. The only thing i couldn’t get out of my longs was the extra air in it. And as we know pressure on high altitudes can give some troubles in a human body. So i had to wait, patiently till a few days before my departure if i could fly or not. I had a doc’s appointment a few days before my flight date. 

Two days later , i was standing at the tiny airport in Alice, with the approval of the doc. I have to say , i was a bit anxious . Several flights were waiting a head of me, 38 hours of travelling without bed, shower, now i wished i had one of those cards with enough saving points on so i could upgrade to first class and have a bed in the plane. But a good thing a witch in ancient times discovered plants with calming effects. Nowadays something you can buy in every chemist without ending on a burning stake. Luckily i had those painkillers with me and off i went. I have to say , this was the hardest flight ever, and i did a few of them, i remember the Chinese airline one, all Chinese movies without subtitles, other flights, where the close transit are so close together , you end up just thinking the whole damned flight if you gonna make he connecting flight or not , because of a delay  at the departure time at the starting point. The multiple times my luggage was nowhere to be found at the collecting area. 

And this flight has become number one on my list. It all went smoothly , thanks to more then one painkiller, till i was somewhere above the ocean between Australia and India mainland. Suddenly our flight captain announces that we gonna make an emergency landing. Such a simple few words can make you jump up a little bit more in your not already comfortable seat. Are we hijacked , not uncommon in our present global community ? Are there problems with the plane, did they change the more expensive bolts that keep the plane together, for cheaper ones to keep the flight cost down in our global economical downfall ? Or are we beamed up by a higher intellectual aliens, preferable all females ( but that's my personal objective opinion of course, i reckon my female passengers are hoping they are being beamed up by Brad , Clooney, Depp or Banderas look a likes)?It’s a good thing our dear captain , didn’t wait to long to say the real reason we were diverted to another airport Colombo , Sri Lanka for the emergency landing. A few passengers became really ill during the flight, and there was no doc or medical treatment available at the moment to keep flying for another 7 hours and to maintain the safety and health of those passengers. So down we went, we spend a few hours sitting in the air plane on a airstrip in Colombo. And remember , we always try to make our long flights as short as possible to shorten the transit times as much we can. This time it was no different. I had three hours transit time in Dubai, and saw the minutes, hours ticking by at an airport in Sri Lanka with fractured ribs in the most perfect seats there are available.




So i think you can imagine what i did the next seven hours of flight when we departure again from Colombo. Landing in Dubai , i was already prepared to stay there , and wait till there was another flight to Brussels. But no, there was a hostess standing with one of those signs up in her hands, and it did had written my name on. So , i gladly and willingly went to see her, it’s not every day a beautiful woman chooses me out of a crowd of exhausting people. But sadly , she just tells me to run with her. Not even the time to have a chat. So i run trough the endless airport of Dubai chasing a short shirted air hostess. We arrived at the closing gates of the flight to Brussels. I didn’t even had the time to bring up my nicotine level in my body. Immediately boarding to Brussels airport. I don’t even know the name of my life saving angel who ran together with me trough crowed spaces as we were be chase by something evil.

Thanks to extra painkillers i managed to survive the next flight and landed without extra problems in Zaventem. The only thing was that my bag again didn’t emerge out of that luggage hole . I lost count how many times my luggage didn’t leave the airport at the same time as me. But i have to say, all those times my bag always found his way back to me.