11.00 The Initial Journey, South Africa
Sun setting off the coast of England On a wing and a prayer Something is odd when one finds there is more adventure lately on the plane than climbing the mountains (Heaven forbid). Nevertheless, it seems to be the case. We set off together with British Airways (formerly the world’s favorite airline), just beating Zimbabwe National in a tight race. The pilot, again showing the spirit of a past era when the British were colonizing much of the world, found new land on Thursday morning. It was an interesting discovery because we were on a non-stop flight to London. Yet we landed in St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada. The reason for popping in unexpectedly is that after we reached the Atlantic Ocean, one of the passengers developed a fear of either flying or being above so much water. The pilot turned the plane around and put it down on a partly covered tarmac of snow and ice with strong winds prevailing. Fortunately, the passenger looked reasonably well when they wheeled him o...