I took my first plane trip when I was in mid teens. 14 I believe. I was then on a school holiday and my mom had sent me to stay with an uncle in the big city of Kuala Lumpur. It was terribly exciting as my uncle was then an army officer and his house was this big, rambling house with beautiful things within the army camp. Everything was new to me.
My aunty, Aunty F, at that time did a few tv dramas and she was a real celebrity. One day she had to do some filming in Penang and she bought me a ticket.
Thrilled to the core, I felt sick to my stomach that morning.
As I sat in the big flying aircraft from Subang airport, I knew this was one of things that I would enjoy doing. Never in mind I thought I would travel so much with planes within the region in one of the phases in my life.
There was no fear of flying and it was always a pleasure to see the MAS logo at the side of the plane. It feels as if I am home.
It was sad reading about the air disasters for the past couple of years – the MH 370, flight QZ 8501 and now the most recent one, the helicopter crash in Semenyih. All the passengers including the pilot perished.
Would I Fly Again?
All these air tragedies has somewhat put a damper in our travelling plans this year and the next. I dont know what to do. Even the thought of flying to Kota Kinabalu for a short holiday is scary.