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1. Posted by chayisun (Budding Member 163 posts) 8y

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"...I said...

"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...

"Bruce.."

"Yes..."

"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...

2. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 8y

Quoting chayisun

"Sue, we are NOT going to die. "

"How do you know that.."

"We have return tickets."

Return tickets!! Priceless!!!!!

Though, depending on how many years ago this flight took off, I think we may have done a dive off Jamaica with the same plane scattered across the sea floor. (Obviously not the same exact flight you were on since it got you there and back, along with other victims.) Seems the plane had become a "drug plane". We went looking for it's supply, but alas, someone (insert Jamaican government) had beaten us to it about 3 years earlier. We were depressed for... oh... minutes and then went back to enjoying the dive. Debris field ran for half a mile. It was impressive - with or without it's cargo. One thing about DC3s - they take a lickin' and keep on tickin' - until an engine falls off. Even then they might float... Like a rubber ducky... Or...

3. Posted by chayisun (Budding Member 163 posts) 8y

I've always wanted to try diving. However, since that time I fell off the diving board at the YMCA and fell three feet into the water, I have become shell shocked.

It wasn't the fall, it was hitting the water and actually going under the water.

Being under water is something I believe fish do well. That and turtles. I find it, not only something weird but very wet. If I want to get wet I'll shower.

As for seeing things under the water, like the Titanic, for instance, I'll watch National Geographic.

Actually, we went swimming once, with Manta Rays. They are big. They sort of "fly" through the water, unlike me....I thrash....And they, the Rays, get very close and I think they were staring at me.

I remembered being told, before going in with the beasts, that they can, if annoyed, sort of, like, kill you. So, I told them jokes. They must have understood me as they left me alone.

Now, my swimming is confined to my bathtub and my rubber ducky, Alvin.

I like Alvin.

He can't kill me.

4. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 8y

I believe I was a fish in a former life. Maybe a turtle. Definitely not a rubber ducky. That would mean I would have had to have been a rubber tree. Nope, not that either. Stickin' with the fish story. Though, I do float so rubber ducky isn't out of the picture completely...

Water is nice and so are manta rays. They do tend to stare but they can't help it. It comes naturally. Sharks stare too. I'm not keen on staring sharks and they make me nervous so I try to avoid sharing the same bit of ocean with them when diving. I have on occasion and they have been kind enough to stay in their little bedroom under the reef shelf. I love diving but it also created a bit of a problem for me. Once, I never gave it a thought about what was swimming in the ocean below me - not anymore. I want to see what's down there and what's possibly going to nibble at my toes. Fresh water - not an issue. Salt water - where's my mask and snorkel? Bathtub - oh look, it's my rubber squeaky frog! (We call him Twanger.)