Flying in French Polynesia is Spectacular
It’s no secret I’ve always struggled with flying. Which, yeah, is kind of ridiculous for someone who travels for living. I’ve taken well over a hundred flights during the past five years, but stepping on a plane makes me nervous. I’m practically guaranteed to dream about being in a plane crash the night before a flight. I hate relinquishing my sense of control, I start panicking whenever I look out the window and realise just how much nothingness there is between me and the ground, I’ve been known to start sobbing over a patch of rough turbulence, and I’m permanently bracing myself to come face-to-face with a hijacker. I know my fear is irrational. I know how planes work. I understand all the technical stuff. I know they don’t just fall out of the sky. I know that turbulence isn’t dangerous. I know that if flying was as unsafe as driving, there would be hundreds of crashes a day. I know all ...