I learnt something about myself the other day. I really don’t enjoy flying. I’ve always tolerated it- because its kind of necessary, but there isn’t anything about it that I find enjoyable. The destination far outweighs the journey when it comes to traveling, for me.
In order for me to arrive in Vienna (at a reasonable cost), I took a flight from Vancouver to Montreal (relatively painless), a flight from Montreal to Brussels (horrendous), and a flight from Brussels to Vienna (ok once we got off the ground).
Before I started this journey, I was overcome by a real sense of dread. I don’t usually feel this way, when I’m traveling – but this had me sit up and take notice. The dread came true soon after we left Montreal. Now I have taken some rough flights (turbulent) before. After all, I have flown Bearskin Airlines from Winnipeg to Brandon back in the 90s (the one time I kissed the ground, when the plane landed) – but Bearskin had nothing on this Air Canada flight. For starters, it was turbulent from the start. Not one, but 2 people collapsed, one of whom fell on top of me, when he was walking back to his seat (turns out he just miscalculated how much he had to drink – and hasn’t that happened to all of us at one time or another?) But at the time, it was a bit scary, and we were all concerned. However just laughed it off, when he came to. As for the woman who collapsed, it was a serious panic attack that caused her ailment. I can’t report on what happened, except to report that she recovered, and was fine a while after her attack. For a routine flight, there was a lot of excitement. And then as we approached Brussels it was so windy, that the descent made me never want to fly again. Never have I been so sick on a flight from being jostled around by the elements. Honestly its a tribute to the flight crew that we made it in one piece. Once we landed, I had made up my mind to live in Brussels forever – as I was determined to never get on another plane again. From here on in, I will stick to traveling by rail or by sea.
Here lies the problem, I know no one in Brussels. and other than the Musée Hergé, I haven’t seen much of the city. I am not quite wily enough to enter into a new city and set up camp immediately, without any contacts or planning, and I’m fairly certain that you can’t camp out with Tintin and Hergé (at least not long term, but it would be fantastic if you could). So I decided to take a chance and take one more flight to Vienna.
And after sitting on the runway for 90 minutes due to excessive winds – a fairly unremarkable flight with Austrian airlines happened. I do love that the women on the flight crew, where head to toe red – even their tights are red.
So now I am in Vienna, a bit jet lagged – but my friend is taking great care of me. We did a bit of exploring and I got to experience my first viennese coffee and apple strudel at Cafe Demel -which was incredible. And while I think there are reasons for places like Stabucks, a little ambiance goes a long way, when it comes to having a coffee experience.
I got a chance to say a bit of a “how do you do” to this fellow (through the glass).
Doesn’t he look interesting and delicious?
This leg of the journey ended well- Im happy to be here. The dread is still with me – but now its changed its form a bit, and is about returning to Canada.