Giving Him Props / Hélice

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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.

Propelling away from Bodø Airport. / Impulsando lejos del aeropuerto de Bodø.
Security. / Seguridad.
Arriving at Harstad/Narvik Airport in Evenes. / Al llegar al aeropuerto de Harstad / Narvik en Evenes.
Ready for the 2-hour drive to Sortland. / Listo para el viaje de 2 horas a Sortland.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

28 thoughts on “Giving Him Props / Hélice”

  1. 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.

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    1. 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.

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  2. 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

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  3. 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.

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  4. 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.

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      1. 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*

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      2. 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!!!

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    1. 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.

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  5. 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.

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    1. 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!

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