Sure Fire Log

It is that time of year once more for the once-a-year vacation in Menorca, it was on the plane to Menorca where I penned this short tale about staying in some apartments in Menorca and our own close friends holidaying in some new Menorca villas merely two hundred yards away. This really is Wonderful.

Emergency exits are located to my left and right, and another two half way along the plane. Please secure your own seatbelts, and get ready for takeoff, and thanks for deciding on JollyJet.com for your journey.

The airplane possessed three rows of white plastic-type seats, all with coordinated orange cushions. The floor had red-colored runners extending down to the actual metal wall at the front end. The air hostess, dressed up in scarlet, wandered via a small entrance, and also shut it behind her.

The muffled sounds of the engine drifted around the travellers, when the aircraft lumbered along the runway. Looking out from the small glass windows, high buildings could be viewed, rising up on every side of the particular slender strip of dead grass. Thick clouds of grey fog obscured everything beyond the monolithic highrises of London. A few of the passengers, especially the more mature ones mainly, had dozed off already, mouths agape and a few drops of spit occasionally. Children sat deathly motionless, either from concern with the airplane, or their own mothers who watched them like hawks.

One baby began crying, and could be heard right up until his mom carried him in to the bathroom at the rear of the airplane.

Time seemed to drag on, minutes feeling just like hrs, until all at once, the very airplane broke through the greyish cover of haze and clouds. Right now, the window which had exhibited this sort of bleakness, offered a new sublime viewpoint. Clear azure sky, sitting on a field of clouds. Wisps of cloud, disrupted by the aircraft, floated like sheep, bobbing around in the open field. Wind rustled the surface and the solid fleece of the sheep. All this was swept aside as a school involving brightly coloured birds swooped out from the sea of clouds and dived back under, leaving plumes of cloud floating and shimmering within the azure.

A single bird leaped out of the cloud, and flew alongside the airplane, it’s feathers moist and shiny. It glided riding on the jet’s current, prior to joining its family members in the whirling puzzle beneath the actual atmosphere. In the distance, another airplane glided majestically over the sea of clouds, generating glistening waves into the sun, leaving behind trails of outstanding grey in the 100 % pure white.

We are going to be encountering some difficult weather conditions travellers really should go back to their own seats, proclaimed the captain.

The purity of the white and blue was tainted with dark-colored clouds and also dull skies. The wild birds squawked, and then departed in a host of feathers. The woolly sheep became rabid wolves, snarling and keeping pace with the plane. The plane shook, baggage which had been chucked to the ground, and the wind wolves howled desolately. There was a beat of thunder, a flash of lightning, and a few screams from within the plane. When the lightning faded, the airplane was in the middle of the whirling dark fog, exactly where unusual shapes sailed beyond the glass windows.

But the airplane didn’t stay in that underworld of fog for more than a blink of an eye, and very soon it was floating towards the runway, straight down towards the uniform black and also grey. The plane touched down, and the passengers headed out of the aircraft, 1 by 1 as a gentle grey drizzle poured down, on dark suits, dark umbrellas, of people heading off for their Menorca holidays this year.