The beauty of flying.
I have been traveling a lot with my new job. Flying between London, Amsterdam, Paris and Munich. At first when I started flying, I took the aisle seat, focused on the flight and when we landed got off as fast as possible.
I started to notice that even when I get off the plane (almost) first, I still ended up waiting for my baggage.
What's the point? Why am I rushing and getting all rushed when trying to exit the plane? Why do I feel that its a race and I should make sure my elbows are up so no one cuts me off?
Get real! If I am not really saving time, I might as well enjoy the view.
Now I book window seats!
One word... Beautiful...
I lost the awe for flying, the overwhelming feeling of "how is this possible?" And yes I know the physics it all makes logical sense, but matter how much I try to understand it's still something to be amazed by.
Have to think about what Louis CK said:
Have to watch the following clip where he explains it all. (2 minute mark)
I started a new gallery to share the view.
Hope you like it.