Gorilla
King of Belize
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- Nov 9, 2005
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I did a total of perhaps 4 months of all-nighters at my pax airline early in my career. Never, never again. Lethal, horrible fatigue. That said, there are guys we call "vampires" that make it a career for whatever reason. If you can do it without harm, or like it, great.
For every ridiculous drunk/enraged passenger story, there's probably 10 "good ones" that never make this board.
For months I did Guatemala City. Every Wednesday or Thursday, it was the "baby express" coming back to the U.S. What happens is that dozens of eager American couples fly down the week prior, spend days with their adoptive Guatemalan baby, and after approval as good parents, they all come back at the same time. It's incredibly heartening to see these beaming parents with their babies getting ready to start their lives. You'd have to be one bitter dude not to get a kick out of it.
Flying CRAF. An incrdible experience. Pick them up at their small base. Watch as they load hundreds of machine guns into the cabin, and their palletized supplies below. Showng dozens of teenage Marines the Northern Lights, then the lights of Dublin as they rotated through the cockpit, as we coasted in over Ireland. The solemnity as we dropped them off at Frankfurt.
Doing long layovers in Zurich, Frankfurt, Paris, and London with flight attendants, as a large group, especially the international noobs.
I wouldn't trade these memories for anything, but boxes can be lucrative, quiet, and easy. There's good to both, I guess.
For every ridiculous drunk/enraged passenger story, there's probably 10 "good ones" that never make this board.
For months I did Guatemala City. Every Wednesday or Thursday, it was the "baby express" coming back to the U.S. What happens is that dozens of eager American couples fly down the week prior, spend days with their adoptive Guatemalan baby, and after approval as good parents, they all come back at the same time. It's incredibly heartening to see these beaming parents with their babies getting ready to start their lives. You'd have to be one bitter dude not to get a kick out of it.
Flying CRAF. An incrdible experience. Pick them up at their small base. Watch as they load hundreds of machine guns into the cabin, and their palletized supplies below. Showng dozens of teenage Marines the Northern Lights, then the lights of Dublin as they rotated through the cockpit, as we coasted in over Ireland. The solemnity as we dropped them off at Frankfurt.
Doing long layovers in Zurich, Frankfurt, Paris, and London with flight attendants, as a large group, especially the international noobs.
I wouldn't trade these memories for anything, but boxes can be lucrative, quiet, and easy. There's good to both, I guess.