The last time I flew in one of them was in May 2005 on my way from a NATO base in Kyrgyzstan (it's been in the news recently) to a U.S. base in eastern Afghanistan, bordering Pakistan. It was one of the the most spectacular flights I've ever taken... and one of the most nerve-racking, especially when the plane started making missile avoidance manoeuvres on the approach to the dusty airfield at Camp Salerno. Even the seasoned airborne soldiers reached for their sickness bags...
I'm usually not afraid of flying, but with the recent news of the plane crash that killed the Polish President Lech Kaczynski and half of his cabinet I'm not relishing the thought of getting into a plane that is probably the same age I am: 40.
I chase away dark thoughts by preoccupying my mind with trying to solve a puzzle: how am I going to fit all my gear into two or three bags.
My gear keeps growing day by day. It's the age of multimedia! I'm carrying a case with a Sony HD video camera (14kg), a Canon 50D digital SLR camera, as well as my bag of radio recording equipment and an assortment of microphones. Then there is my personal winter gear: a parka and snow pants, heavy arctic boots, gloves, mitts, a tuque and a balaclava...
I pine for days when all I needed was a pen and stenopad notebook.
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