The Solo Project #8 – Getting on a plane

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The world seems to divide into two when it comes to stepping on board a tin can with wings and being thrown into the air for a few hours. Despite having an A Level in physics where the syllabus included the subject of how aeroplanes don’t drop out the sky, I’m not a fan. I find the entire experience stressful. And yet, I find it less stressful by myself than I do with other people.

The entire airport experience becomes a lot less stressful when you can take your time re-dressing and/or repacking after you’ve been searched at security – why is this always me? I totally get the time my bag got searched as the solid blocky objects might have looked suspicious, but it’s not my fault that Kindles hadn’t been invented yet and I was near the end of The Goblet of Fire so I needed to take that AND The Order of the Phoenix on the plane with me. There must be something about me that sets off the machines though as I get searched EVERY time.

But anyway, flying alone has made me realise that it’s just a bit easier. There’s no sense of holding up anyone else or stressing other people out as you want to be at the gate 20 minutes before it closes whereas someone else wants to go for another nosy around duty free. Unless you’re travelling with someone who is absolutely on your wavelength when it comes to how chill you are in airports, travelling solo is definitely a less stressful experience.

When it comes to being on the plane itself, I must admit, I get nervous. I’m not the type to fully freak out (unless there’s turbulence or a technical difficulty, but then it’s reasonable, right?), but knowing you’re about to be above the clouds without a safety net, doesn’t fill me with joy. And when I’m nervous and wedged between two businessmen, which was the case on my flight home from Amsterdam, there isn’t anyone to turn to. I mean, one guy was asleep and the other was glued to Candy Crush, so it was far from a support network of strangers. But it was OK, I survived. Also, if you’re flying alone, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t book your break off-peak – it means the flight is less likely to be full and for me it meant Mr Candy Crush moved across to another row the moment the seatbelt sign switches off.

The perks to flying alone definitely outweigh the bad bits. Whilst airports can be a little dull (Leeds Bradford, I’m looking at you), it’s a time to switch off. Literally. In a world where I’m absolutely, 100% addicted to my phone, having an hour without any distraction was just what I needed, as I could sit back and read my book.

Have you ever flown alone? Are you a nervous flier? Share your tips with me in the comments!

1 comment

  1. The first time I ever went on a flight, I was alone. I was going to visit someone in Amsterdam, and lived so far from an airport that I travelled ages to get there. I think it was actually better to do it that way, as I had to reassure myself it'd be fine and kind of tricked my brain into being okay. Such a strange experience, but memorable, and now I'm not scared of them at all xx