Earlier this spring we were in the gorgeous Indian Ocean islands of the Maldives. See my earlier post on our idyllic beach bungalow.
All international flights arrive in the capital city of Male, then travelers make their onward journey by boat or by sea plane.
It’s fun to have a water take off and landing, and to be squeezed into the tiny plane. The views of then atolls below is gorgeous from those low-flying planes. And the barefoot captains and stewards are friendly are (seemingly) far more relaxed than their international carrier counterparts.
Yes, okay, the flights are noisy. But back in my journalist days, I had the good fortune to take a flight on one of the few preserved F17s – the famous Flying Fortresses – so no plane is going to seem very noisy after that experience.
That enthusiasm lasted until the fateful day we had to board our plane to bring us home. All of a sudden, all that excitement for the sea planes faded rather quickly.
So, all in all, a pleasant part of the journey. John Denver may have favored the jet planes, but I’d be thrilled to leave on a sea plane right about now…