My own flock of birds….

The trip of a lifetime

We left on December 10th to visit our families in England and to spend a little over a month reconnecting with people and places treasured and valued from our varied and various pasts.

I suspect there is more that this trip will be the basis of more than one blogpost.

I am scared of flying, well to be a little more precise I am terrified of take-off, very uncomfortable at the thought of being in the air, petrified of turbulence and I always pray to God and anything else when landing…so the thought of three take offs, three landings and one leg of the journey being approx 16 hours in the air- it was actually a major mission for me, that I can only liken in terms of dread to the equivalent of facing fairly major traumatic surgery. (something that I also seem to do quite often…) On the plus side- at least you don’t have to recover quite the same following a flight.. well hopefully not.

Anyway off we went…on our awfully big adventure…excited and wary…especially of the transit through Dubai where I did actually get stopped and drug tested….and I attempted to use logic to over come my fears.

Take-offs were remarkeably unremarkeable…quite an oxymoron, I can only say that the A380 is smooth as..it was hard to really tell that you were taking off, but my nose started to bleed just before we landed in Australia only about 3 hours into our flight schedule and I have come to the conclusion that landings are landings, the only way to survive them is to pray repetititively- something I don’t normally do in my everyday life, close your eyes tight shut and grip something rather tightly like you supposedly do when in labour…and pray..pray for loved ones, pray for those with you, and pray some more..

Turbulence was another issue… I tried to rationalise it. I decided if the plane was travelling at however many miles an hour that on the whole most patches of turbulence should only realistically last for  minutes rather than hours whilst we travelled thought the offending weather system. I also looked at the cabin crew and decided that if turbulence was always a major issue it probably wouldn’t be a career of choice for so many people and that people wouldn’t then have long careers. One of my schoolfriends became an airhostess….cabin crew and she has been doing the job now for maybe 25 or more years which would suggest that most of my worries about take off landing and turbulence are not warranted as she is still flying regularly.

My nose continued to bleed on and off all the way to Dubai- and we all wonder if this is why I got hauled out for drugs testing…it was actually over and done with in a few minutes but was a little terrifying, especially as a number of drugs that I use for my Rheumatoid Arthritis are not widely tolerated/accepted in the UAE.

Anyway the final leg of our journey was Dubai to Manchester and I felt at ease with in minutes, as I could hear the change in the voices of the people around me. Suddenly the tone and the words and the accents were familiar to me. The language was the same, there was a common and shared understanding and I knew almost instantly what it was like to rejoin my own flock of birds. I was one of them, I could hear it in their voice and my own, I fitted in- I belonged.

My own flock of birds.

 

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Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

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