Apr 11, 2005 19:47
When the plane from Danang to Hanoi dropped a 2nd time, it occured to me that I might die.
I'm used to turbulence but typically the captain comes on before hand and in a soothing voice, politely asks passengers to buckle their seat belts. This time no warning. We must have dropped 100 meters at least. My stomach felt like I was on the Hollywood Horror ride at Disneyland. At first I was calm until I saw that Jay was praying. At least he had God on his side
Things I remember thinking about during those 30 seconds of terror:
- I should be wearing a sweater. I'd like to be warm if we crashed
- Nat's gonna be pissed if I don't come back to her
- Why did we have to splurge and fly instead of taking a bus like all the other backpackers
- Does anyone back home know I'm on this flight?
- I'm never flying Vietnam Airlines again. FUCKERS
We landed in Hanoi a few minutes later. No explanation. No apology. The stewardesses lined up to greet the passengers farewell like nothing had happened. I was pissed. "Thanks for almost killing us" was all I had to say on my way out.