The colour of travel — 2 Comments

  1. My first flight was from Heathrow to Toulouse. I was agog all the way, and when coming into land the jet turned on a sixpence where the plane felt above 45 degrees.
    Only one other was as fun. And that was landing at the old Olympic Airlines on the edge of Athens.

  2. I’m not sure any flight I have taken was ever an experience I enjoyed! I love the moment when the plane is safely on the ground and they say ‘welcome’ to wherever and tell you the local time.

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