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“THE PLANE HAS two propellers,” gasped San Geraldo. “Well, I guess that’s better than only one,” I replied.
San Geraldo doesn’t like small planes. In years past, he said he would never again get on a plane (after flying on a 12-seater through a blizzard in South Dakota) unless it was big enough for a toilet, a beverage cart (with liquor), reserved seating, and jet engines. That was in years past. He did OK before our flight from Bodø north to Evenes. Except for the open seating, which nearly gave him apoplexy. However, 39 seats and only 12 passengers solved that problem. It was nowhere near the smallest plane we’ve ever flown. And there was even beverage and snack service. San Geraldo had his large Spanish fan, which he waved fiercely for a while. But he settled down and turned out to be a real trooper.
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“EL AVIÓN TIENE dos hélices”, jadeó San Geraldo. “Bueno, supongo que es mejor que solo uno”, le respondí.
A San Geraldo no le gustan los aviones pequeños. En años pasados, dijo que nunca volvería a subirse a un avión (después de volar en una ventisca en Dakota del Sur) a menos que fuera lo suficientemente grande como para un inodoro, un carrito de bebidas (con licor), asientos reservados, y motores de jet. Eso fue en años pasados. Lo hizo bien antes de nuestro vuelo de Bodø norte a Evenes. Excepto por los asientos abiertos, que casi le dieron apoplejía. Sin embargo, 39 asientos y solo 12 pasajeros resolvieron ese problema. No estaba cerca del avión más pequeño que hayamos volado. E incluso había servicio de bebidas y aperitivos. San Geraldo tenía su gran pericón (abanico grande), que agitó ferozmente por un tiempo. Pero se calmó y resultó ser un verdadero soldado.
Beautiful countryside!
Susan,
I love his place!
OREOS! brave SG!
Anne Marie,
Jerry is so much better than he used to be. Oreos are a road trip tradition.
Oh, that’s no small plane. I’m flown on those before, though never with just 11 other passengers!I imagine the Oreos help; I use Tequila.
Bob,
I was relieved when I saw how big it was. So was Jerry. Jerry used to used vodka to survive any flight. Oreos are our road trip tradition.
Oh wishing to be there with you. The terrain looks a lot like our hilly country and Newfoundland/Labrador. What an adventure. Nerves can be quite unsettling when they kick in.
Looking frwd to more tales!
Ron
Ron,
So beautiful here. Finally cooler and rainy, but still beautiful.
Oh the ‘ole-hand-on-knee’ trick! Works for me every time!! Made SG feel better too by the looks of him.
Now those roads look perfect for travel…….not another car in sight for miles! Love it!
Have fun guys.
Jim,
I love that hand on knee. We saw a few cars here and there. I snapped pix between them. A picturesque drive!
The little plane trip was worth it to drive through gorgeous terrain like that!
Debra,
Driving anywhere here is breathtaking. We have a few great drives to come
Oh poor SG! Look at that face! I wanna grab his face and kiss his forehead! That countryside is very beautiful. Next time, trigger warning about the Oreos! Please.
Deedles,
Sorry. If there’s ever a story about a road trip, there WILL be Oreos!
It’s okay, Scoot. It’s not your fault that I’ve been put on a food regimen (I refuse to say diet) so low in carbs that eating carrots right now is cheating! Grape tomatoes and boiled eggs have become like candy! I have lost at least five pounds in the past two or three days and my glucose levels have dropped from hovering around 500 to under 200. I have cheated with carrots and snap peas, but that is a lot better than cookies and candy, and cake, and pie, and cream puffs, and donuts and almonds, and cashews, and…..oh, I gotta go. There’s a boiled egg with my name on it calling me out of the sulphur funk fog of my fridge. On top of that, I don’t remember how to spell the word for the smell that eggs give off!
I love the thin lemon Oreos. *SIGH*
Deedles:
I thought of you last night when one of Jerry’s cousins (I think a second cousin three times removed) left the house and came home with a grocery bag filled with liquorice of all kinds and chocolates (and liquorice and chocolate combined). As they say in Norway, herre gud!!!
Oh, wow, beautiful photos! (I don’t feel very comfy on those small planes, either.)
Judy,
I love those flights … except for Jerry’s misery.
I’d be nervous on that kind of plane.
Adam,
I enjoy them. The one we took in the blizzard was so tiny we had to squat to get down the aisle and our legs wouldn’t fit behind the seats in front of us. We could, however tap the pilot on the shoulder if we needed anything.
I love the description of the fan, reminds me of sweetie bear. I remember a Sabb turbo prop from Minneapolis to North Dakota, flying out around and through a thunder storm. Piece of cake, after the stuff I grew up around.
David,
Thought of you when we boarded!
I don’t like small planes either
Have you yet had a Grandiosa pizza? the Norwegian national pie?
Urspo,
NATIONAL pie??? Norway’s most popular FROZEN PIZZA, yes. But definitely not the national pie. We had homemade pizza at Jerry’s cousin’s house Sunday night. All fresh ingredients. Delicious!
What beautiful countryside !
parsnip
Parsnip
Everywhere we look!
Tell San Geraldo that small planes are only dangerous if you’re a rock star.
Kirk:
Bye bye Miss American Pie…