"GregP" wrote in message
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On Thu, 2 Dec 2004 12:14:20 +0100, "riverman"
wrote:


Ugh, I feel for you. I once had a flight from Portland, Maine to Newark on
a
turboprop. ...

Yours sounds like it was a lot worse: nobody threw up on ours.

Yeah, we were chunking on mine, for sure. Sorry to say, I started it. The
first thing that came outta me was a handful of dramamine that failed to
work...then the guy in front of me turned around, gave me the dirtiest look,
then HE started honking. The stew groped her way back to us to resupply us
with barfbags, then SHE started hurling, and after that it was like an
epidemic. I don't know for sure, but I think even the pilots were hocking.
For awhile there, it was right out of Saturday Night Live.

When I was 5,we flew in a Lockheed Constellation from Buenos
Aires toMiami. We made stops along the way, so we flew up
the spine of the Andes. The crew handed out barf bags, because
the entire time we would climb up to the peaks then drop thousands
of feet down, the sides of the mountains rushing in at us before we'd
finally bottom out and start all over again. At least that's the way
I remember it. It was exciting for us kids but some of the adults
didn't do so well.

God, what a HORRIBLE route! Kids with their rock-solid constitutions...I bet
you loved it. That was before all those "Suvival!" movies, too, so your
overactive imaginations weren't gnawing on you...

--riverman
(...as it were..)