I am terrified of small planes

So here we are in Broken Hill … But not before my most terrifying flight yet…. A foul mix of propeller-plane, storm clouds, an interior in the grip of floods and me…. With rescue remedy in hand, I at various times hyperventilated, prayed, cursed or clung onto my seat so tightly that today my left side feels bruised… Actually on the flight were SES volunteers on their way back from assisting the clean-up operations in country NSW.. Fat lot of good they would have been if the noisy flying can had tumbled to the flooded earth… But today we have awoken to a beautiful crisp blue sky in the outback … Love it

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