We have been jumping on planes since L was a baby. That’s how it is when most of your family and friends live ‘somewhere else’. When you live in Australia, it’s a long way to anywhere.
We think nothing of driving a couple of hours.
When I was a kid it was pretty much guaranteed that we would be spending several days squished into our car, screaming through the countryside, eating up 1300 k’s or so to get down to see our grandparents for a week or so. It was a favourite form of family torture.
These days, road trips are a bit more rare. It’s cheaper to fly.
We were in the air for 3 hours today. L coped reasonably well but had a few minutes of abject terror as we took off & landed. The noise, the speed, the ground falling away beneath us, the clouds – had him clinging on for dear life. We made it though and so did all the other passengers.