"We'll be flying straight in to the airport which will cut off some travel time. So please fasten your seatbelts as we have started our decent to the airport."
Phew, I thought. I did my research before taking this flight, wondering what all these airports are like because of my slight fear of flying (kinda a problem when you need to do it for a living....)and I encountered that Tegucigalpa (isn't it just fun to sound out?) is one of the most dangerous to land in, in the world. Really, I wasn't thinking too much at that point - I had left Boston very early in the morning Sunday and hadn't gotten a wink of sleep before changing from Valentine's day going-out clothes into appropriate airport-lounging attire in order to be at the airport at 3:30 am to prepare for my international flight.
Ugh. But phew. From his words of assurance - now I could relax. As we neared closer to the ground, I started feeling the plane tip from side to side as I looked out the window to see mountains eye-level at a close distance. Was the pilot tricking us? We weren't flying straight! I thought we were done with the worst of it, and was just about to land when all of a sudden the plane tipped entirely to one side (or so it seemed) and looking out the window on the left there were cars and highways and houses directly below us; I swore the wing was going to hit, and I nearly had a heart-attack and was clearly holding my breath. Suddenly we evened back out, and just a few seconds later we landed on the ground. The guy sitting next to me looked at me, smiled, and breathed out with me... and then I realized how nervous I must have just looked. The plane erupted with clapping. But most importantly, I lived to say I survived one of the most dangerous airports to land in, in the world :)
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