I hate getting up early in the morning. This morning wasn't so bad though, knowing that I'll be in Jamaica before noon. My roommate and I reached the airport around 8am for the 8:30am departure. Plenty of time to fill out the required jumpseat request form, and ask the captain of the flight for the ride. As much as I don't like wearing the pilot uniform away from work, you can't beat cutting in front of the 200 yard line at the airport security checkpoint, and catching a free ride in first class to Jamaica.
Due to rush hour traffic on the runways of Memphis International Airport our pushback from the gate was delayed until 9am. They're testing my patience, I was thinking. I've been waiting for this ever since I came back from my last trip in August and now I have to wait more!
Once airborne, a few chapters in the book and a breakfast later the turquoise blue circular shape of Lucea Bay appeared outside my starboard side window. Then the ironbird made a sharp left turn towards Hopewell and the Airbus 320's slats, flaps, and landing gear rumble into the landing configuration as we pass over the Bay of Montego. The town and the backdrop of hills warmed by the sun in the distance. We pass 10 feet over Dead End Beach and the tires gently swish the asphalt of Sangster's runway 7. "Welcome to Paradise, local time is....not important".
(To Be Continued...)
Due to rush hour traffic on the runways of Memphis International Airport our pushback from the gate was delayed until 9am. They're testing my patience, I was thinking. I've been waiting for this ever since I came back from my last trip in August and now I have to wait more!
Once airborne, a few chapters in the book and a breakfast later the turquoise blue circular shape of Lucea Bay appeared outside my starboard side window. Then the ironbird made a sharp left turn towards Hopewell and the Airbus 320's slats, flaps, and landing gear rumble into the landing configuration as we pass over the Bay of Montego. The town and the backdrop of hills warmed by the sun in the distance. We pass 10 feet over Dead End Beach and the tires gently swish the asphalt of Sangster's runway 7. "Welcome to Paradise, local time is....not important".
(To Be Continued...)
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