I remember a trip to Nassau one year. Well, we decided, during our vacation to take a plane from Nassau to one of the outer Islands, sort of a day trip.
We purchased our air tickets, went to the local airport and to the "terminal"..Which was, in fact an old building...And there was nobody there to check us in for the flight...I mean nobody.
As we stood there waiting for the plane to arrive, the phone, on the wall, started to ring....Nobody was there to answer it....It rang, and rang, and rang...So, I went over, picked it up...
"Hello...Who is this?"
"I'm a passenger waiting for the plane."
"Oh. This is the pilot. I'm just leaving home, be there in 15 minutes."
He hung up.
Anyway about 30 minutes later, down the runway, very slowly approaching the "terminal" was the plane.
As it got closer I heard Sue gasp....
"THAT'S the plane?"
I stared out at the runway as the plane continued it's slow lumbering approach....
"Holy smokes!" I said, "That's a DC3!"
Yep. It was a DC3 that, I think, was probably used in WW2 to fly over Burma.....
The plane finally arrived, belching and coughing, and came to a stop, engines roaring.
Out of the plane came the "steward" who told us his name was Bruce and the pilot, Andy.
The co-pilot stayed inside.."To keep the engines running"....and Bruce took our tickets.
We clambered up a ladder into the plane and, well, it was "different." The seats were well worn....Actually, they had the "stuffings" coming out of the armrests.
"Better buckle up!" said Bruce, " And by the way, the flotation device is under the seat and, if neccesary to evacuate, the door beside you opens. Just give it a big push!"
Oh, this was good.
So, we buckled up, said a quick prayer as the plane, engines roaring and mis-firing at times, lurched down the runway....
It quickly picked up speed and lifted into the sky....I finally opened my eyes to see Sue mumbling.
"Are you OK?"
“Oh yea. No problem. We are on a plane that Wilbur Wright probably flew. The engines are making funny noises. Naw, I'm fine..And...We are going to die.."
"Sue, we are NOT going to die. "
"How do you know that.."
"We have return tickets."
Sue just shook her head and went back to mumbling.
As the plane lurched its way to our destination I looked up and noticed we could see into the pilot's domain.
The pilot and co-pilot left the door open so we could see in and watch as they read magazines......
After about 15 minutes Bruce appeared.
He yelled above the whining of the engines...."So, are you both OK?"
Sue looked at him and said, "We're going to die."
Bruce began to chuckle...Actually, he giggled....
"Oh, don't be silly. We haven't crashed a plane yet. Well, other than last year.."
Sue's eyes widened at this revelation...I gulped.
"Oh, C'Mon...I'm Kidding!"
We passed through a valley, over water, and, as we cruised through the valley, the plane began to lurch, sliding sideways, then up and then down and then up.....Bruce came over to us and told us not to worry this was normal...
"Will anything fall off this plane? Like, you know, an engine, or something?"
"Oh, don't worry. That hasn't happened in years."
I felt so much better.
Anyway, we landed, we did our tour, got back to the airport, caught the same plane back, with more passengers, this time, and survived our adventure.
So, if you ever visit Nassau, think about taking a tour to an outer Island. You might be lucky and get the same plane...