Wonderful comment over at the NYT about the indignities of flying (for all our grousing, there are many who could never afford to fly; they can't even get out of their local community):
I've never enjoyed flying to start with—not because of a fear of crashing, but just because of the protracted periods spent strapped inside a metal tube with screaming babies, and food that appears to have come out of an Easy-Bake oven.
Since 9-11, I can now get from Montreal to Toronto at least an hour sooner by train than by plane, what with the traffic to and from both airports, and the ludicrous "security" measures. The prospect of enjoying a public sexual assault only put the final nail in the coffin of my flying career. That, and the fact that airlines are now slapping extra charges on everything they can think of, so that the quoted price of a ticket presupposes that you will be flying naked with no luggage.
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I'm dreading the day when my only relative in Europe gets married; I'm currently researching the viability of kayaking to France.
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Great photo! I actually fly TACA when going to the IARCA-TEC Covenant Committee meetings. Since no one in the U.S.A. wants me, I'll probably be flying TACA to Costa Rica in January.
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