Thursday 25 September 2014

Farewell to Seattle and Puget Sound we’re off to seek (or spend) a fortune in Alaska.

Currently flying over Canada at some ridiculous height. I don’t know why the pilot tells you how high you are… anything above a couple of metres your pretty much going to die if the plane decides to no longer defy gravity. Maybe the higher you are the closer you are to god. Personally I think the extra height just gives you more time to realise that you have most likely wasted your life. In case you haven’t noticed I hate flying. It’s not that I think I’m going to die I already know that, it’s just that I’m not in a hurry to get there. Yes I know, I have a bigger chance of being killed in a car accident but no one who has never flown ever died in a plane crash, if you follow my logic. I’m ranting; I always rant when I think I’m going to die. I think I’ll finish this after we land… no point continuing until I know we have survived. After all a landing is really a controlled crash right?

Well it’s all good we landed in Anchorage. Next problem is flight to Fairbanks, which is by aeroplane with rotating mechanical bits or propellers, as they were once known. I am certain that these older types or flying machines to use their period nomenclature are even more prone to cataclysmic failure than the one we just got off. If we’re going to crash I just hope it’s on take off that will save another hour of stress.

Well I don’t know what all the fuss was about we landed without incident (obviously) and saw some spectacular scenery from twenty something thousand feet.

Anchorage to Fairbanks is like a, um, kind of, well just look at the pictures….