We didn’t drive home for Christmas, we flew. Practically from the North Pole! (Just 800 miles shy of it.) The flight to Qaanaaq had already been delayed due to weather – I can’t remember, but let’s just say “fog in Upernavik” because it was probably true. But then, snow, high winds, and everything in between is more likely. Suffice it to say, we were late departing, but we did depart, and once the ground crew had emptied the plane of a couple of passengers and a lot of Christmas cargo (including potatoes preserved in glass jars – very important!) there was plenty of leg room.
In fact, we got up for a stroll halfway through the flight to have a look at the island of Uummannaq, where we used to live. The only thing missing was a tray to put our cups of coffee on during the flight. 😉
While I have never flown First Class, not even Business Class, in my mind, there’s nothing classier that flying in a de Havilland Dash 7, in the Arctic, in winter.
And that, folks, is why my characters always fly in Dash 7s. Because I love ’em!