I have a fear of flying. Not in my dreams cuz I kinda like that, but I hate flying in planes.
I’m a cryer. I’m a huge baby when it comes to this.
Since I can remember I have been traveling by airplane. I was about 3 years old when I had my first flight and I always used to love it. It seems that children have no fear at a young age and besides that, I was allowed in the cockpit and I received a colouring book from the stewardess! I was happy.
It all started when I was about 13 years old. An plane accident happened in Amsterdam and a plane crashed into a flat which killed many people.
Suddenly it became real and a fear was born.
Besides this I am also in need of being in control. In a car I can say: “let me out!” In a plane..well, that just wouldn’t be a good idea.
So how do I cope traveling the world with this fear?
I travel to a far country at least twice a year and I have a lot of European trips throughout the year.
These times are exiting but also very stressful for me.
Last year my boyfriend had the brilliant idea of taking a short flight between 2 islands whilst we were travelling through Greece.
We needed to travel from Kefalonia to Corfu and we had 2 possibilities:
-By car + boat = 10 hours
-By propellor plane = 25 min
I was still in favour of the 10 hour trip but my boyfriend re-assured me it was only one short flight and he really wasn’t going for a full day of travel so I had no chance.
Over the years I had always sworn that I would never-in-a-thousand-years get inside a propellor plane.
During this holiday it kept going through my mind and I got more nervous the closer doomsday approached.
It was a beautiful sunny day and there wasn’t much wind. Everything was good. Except Elke.
I started to cry even before we were boarding. My boyfriend wasn’t fully aware of how scared I actually am but he certainly found out there and then.
Walking up to the plane I was hyperventilation and people started turning their heads asking me if I was OK.
Well, I wasn’t. This was hell for me.
I did however sat down and as we strapped on, the stewardess came over to me and said the following words;
“don’t worry, it’s only 2 short flights of 15 minutes each time. We will be there in no time.”
Did she just say 2 flights??? two??!!
The moment of truth..
Yes, my boyfriend decided long before that he wasn’t going to share this news with me as he already knew at the time he booked.
I was too scared to be angry about this “minor” detail so I buried my head into his shoulder and squeezed his arm until it turned blue.
We made it. I ran out of the plane and I literally kissed the ground. I was extremely proud of myself.
This was a big deal for me.
Are you experiencing the same fear as me?
Here are some my personal tips for when you are nervous of taking your next flight:
1. Check in online early so you can pick your seat. Sit in the front of the plane as this will be less bumpy.
I always sit next to a window so I can see whats happening. This way you won’t be surprised when you get a bit of turbulence because you’re flying through the clouds.
2. Listen to music. This calms me down a lot.
3. Find somebody next to you that you can talk to. A little distraction is always good when taking off.
Unfortunately the propellor flight didn’t cure my fear of flying and I will never step into a small plane again! …Ok, never say never because I have another incurable virus.. that’s called WANDERLUST.