In the future, flight was easier, so much easier. At first it seemed like an act of faith, but actually it was technology that enabled us to lift so gracefully from the mountain top, over pointed rock, and hover effectively until we reached the new destination.
I remember when we took a Viscount on our last trip through Rhodesia, and actually it was my first trip in an aeroplane, that is if you do not count the trip there, which was to Kariba. The plane suddenly got very cold, because the two nozzles that filtered in the air above your head and in front of your were suddenly pumping air from about five thousand feet up, and we had to redirect the cold away from us. Also, the aisle in front of you suddenly rose, so steeply you would not have been able to walk along it anymore. Like an eagle in a thermal, we spiralled and spiralled. The shift of the plane's angle was jerky and very definite. Then suddenly the left wing dipped very sharply, so that the passengers seated on the left had a view of the lake, Kariba, as the plane banked in a prolonged fashion, so much so that it seemed as if the left wing had jutted obscenely into the sky, and remained hanging like a breath withholding its intake of a cloud of crystals, which upon being taken in would surely burn the lungs.
Then we were on our way.
I remember when we took a Viscount on our last trip through Rhodesia, and actually it was my first trip in an aeroplane, that is if you do not count the trip there, which was to Kariba. The plane suddenly got very cold, because the two nozzles that filtered in the air above your head and in front of your were suddenly pumping air from about five thousand feet up, and we had to redirect the cold away from us. Also, the aisle in front of you suddenly rose, so steeply you would not have been able to walk along it anymore. Like an eagle in a thermal, we spiralled and spiralled. The shift of the plane's angle was jerky and very definite. Then suddenly the left wing dipped very sharply, so that the passengers seated on the left had a view of the lake, Kariba, as the plane banked in a prolonged fashion, so much so that it seemed as if the left wing had jutted obscenely into the sky, and remained hanging like a breath withholding its intake of a cloud of crystals, which upon being taken in would surely burn the lungs.
Then we were on our way.
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