Been taking more and more flights lately - today I did a FIFO to an outback mining town and was on the smallest airborne thing I've even been on... if you don't count Lamborghinis
It was a 10-seater thingy, cabin is no more than 3.5 foot tall.
So anyhoo I can't believe how anxious I was on take-off, I was looking around, noticing I could actually see the pilot right in front of me trying to pedal this bird off the planet!
So once we're up all is good, it's a 1.5hr flight and I catch some z's. I'm awoken violently when it feels like the plane is breakdancing in the sky! I look out the windows (far too many for a little plane like this!) and notice that there's something resembling an airstrip catching up to the front window of the plane - only it's skinnier and shorter than what I'm used to seeing, that's probably not good. :\
The plane is bouncing and yaw'ing like crazy on the last 500 metres of approach, all I'm asking at this point is that the plane is pointing in a direction that will make my corpse look good when we crash. To my massive surprise, the landing is almost unfelt - at least 10x smoother than the last 3 minutes of airborne travel we'd had! Amazing!
So anyhoo, I do my job and get back on the plane out that afternoon... Much more relaxed, guy behind me passes me a beer from the esky after we take off and all is merry.
Halfway through the flight home we punch through a cloud, it's a bit rough, we're all bouncing around and can't see a thing outside because of the cloud... We come into a clear patch, and then see and big mother of a cloud that we hit... the plane shakes pretty violently for 15-20 seconds, but we're holding onto our beers pretty well.
Then all of a sudden the plane drops out of the sky like 10 metres and we're basically trying to stop our beers from hitting the ceiling, a few bounces and 3 seconds later it's almost over, but then the plane feels like it launches over a dukes-of-hazzard style jump... we "bottom out" (what it felt like!) and then seem to head toward Jupiter for a bit and then come plummetting back to earth! In my periphery I see a red West End Draught tinnie of beer which has escaped the fortuitious grasp of it's master and is now hanging in the cabin seemingly weightless next to my head - the previous owner of the beverage flailing furiously like a one-armed wallpaper-hanger trying to catch it!!!!
Beer hits the floor with a thud that luckily many of us have bottoms to absorb.
Then we continue flying until we get home.