Stanstead to Riga on Ryanair.
That airline makes even a two hour milk run seem like the trials of Hercules. Crammed in, no space, no refreshment, uncomfortable chairs. I felt like I was on a cattle train. Never, never again. Ever.

Scariest experience was coming down at St John's, Newfoundland in a blizzard. The runway starts at the edge of a cliff and the plane was being buffeted about by the most extraordinary turbulence; the engines were frequently being gunned to stop us smashing into the cliff. When we actually landed on the ice and snow laden runway I swear to God we started slewing sideways.

Airline pilots being what they are, I suspect that guy had one hand on the stick, one wrapped around a cup of tea and half an eye on an air-stewardess' legs during that landing. I, however, have genuinely never been so certain that I was going to end up on the news.
( Kroney, Thu 6 Sep 2012, 10:25, 1 reply, 13 years ago)

FINE

( Kroney, Thu 6 Sep 2012, 10:40, Reply)

I thought that was achingly beautiful, dude.

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 6 Sep 2012, 10:44, Reply)