Gotta Fly

My job takes me out of town frequently. Unfortunately, at least as far as I'm concerned, it means getting on an airplane.

Over the past two decades I have developed a region-wide reputation as a white-knuckle flier, and to be truthful, I almost always carry some Vodka in a water bottle for those moments of extreme panic.

Today, however, NO BOOZE. It's been dry here for about two weeks and I have to mount the steps of a pitifully small Twatter (Twin Otter) and endure extremee heeby-jeebies for two hours. And what freaks me out more is that I have to turn around again and fly back home in four days' time.

Tune in later for an update.