scattering more thoughts
Oct. 6th, 2007 02:18 pmLight turbulence is the sky’s way of rocking you to sleep. Really! I like smooth air better overall, of course, but the gentle wiggling was actually comforting when trying to nap. We had some more vigorous wiggling, though still just light turbulence by the definitions, early on the flight back home. I was way in the back of the 767 both times, and at least back there you feel an interesting yawing motion. Good view of the wing flexing from back there, too.
I did start to think that urine causes turbulence. No, I didn’t have any, um, serious discomfort or anything, but every time I went to the toilet, just as I’d, er, start, the wiggle-wiggle would begin. The sky teasing me, I guess.
It’s always fun seeing other jet’s contrails in the sky nearby. Sometimes you can even spot other planes. There were times when I could look back and see the start of our own contrail forming, too.
I just love looking at the ground from above. Lots of night on the trip to Europe, lots of clouds on the trip back, but still lots to see. The lovely effects of sunlight in the clouds. The many many lights even in the not-so-big-cities of Newfoundland. More wind turbines than I’d ever seen before over Europe. The perfectly square farm fields of the American Midwest, and the not at all square fields in Europe.
I did start to think that urine causes turbulence. No, I didn’t have any, um, serious discomfort or anything, but every time I went to the toilet, just as I’d, er, start, the wiggle-wiggle would begin. The sky teasing me, I guess.
It’s always fun seeing other jet’s contrails in the sky nearby. Sometimes you can even spot other planes. There were times when I could look back and see the start of our own contrail forming, too.
I just love looking at the ground from above. Lots of night on the trip to Europe, lots of clouds on the trip back, but still lots to see. The lovely effects of sunlight in the clouds. The many many lights even in the not-so-big-cities of Newfoundland. More wind turbines than I’d ever seen before over Europe. The perfectly square farm fields of the American Midwest, and the not at all square fields in Europe.