I’m within the 10 KM radius of the plane crash yesterday night. The Learjet in Philadelphia I mean. Feels surreal.
What’s the closest you’ve been?
I’m within the 10 KM radius of the plane crash yesterday night. The Learjet in Philadelphia I mean. Feels surreal.
What’s the closest you’ve been?
This felt close, in a way: in May 2014 I flew UK to NZ on Malaysian Airlines. One of their planes had gone missing in March that year, so I came in for some joshing over my choice. I flew out of NZ on 22 July. The Kuala Lumpur-Amsterdam leg had a slight change of flight path because on the 17th a Malaysian plane on that route was shot down over Ukraine.
(I felt so sorry for the air crew - some of them may have lost friends and colleagues on those flights, and here they were, smiling away and bringing us drinks.)