In the span of 10 days I took more small planes than I ever thought I would in my life.
Having never taken one before, I was terrified. I cursed Jack for not sitting next to me on our first one even though it wasn’t his fault. I was sweaty and resting against the (lucky) person’s seat in front of me. I think I even grabbed for him during touchdown on the “landing strip” at the “airport” in the conservancy.
By the 4th flight, I started to feel more comfortable and I owe that to Moses, one of our camp managers.
Over breakfast one morning we were talking about small planes and I mentioned how much turbulence we got coming into Mara Naboisho Conservancy.
He replied with, “I’m so jealous.”
“ummmmm. WHAT! Jealous?” I yelled.
“Yes” he said, completely straight faced. “I love turbulence. It’s like being on a roller coaster.”
I thought he was crazy. Everyone did. I left it at that because I swear I was going to grab him by the ears and give him a long lecture on why lying is bad.
Then, the best thing happened the next day on our flight back to Nairobi. We hit turbulence and I laughed. I just thought, “Moses would love this!”
Don’t get me wrong, I still got scared. But if I was going to go through it anyway and Moses was not, I might as well enjoy it on his behalf.