Jeg og nogle branchefæller var inviteret på en kort studietur med Air France-KLM, bl.a. med det formål selv at afprøve transit i Paris CDG lufthavnen (som har et middelmådigt ry hvad det angår - min (mere positive) version kommer i et senere indlæg), og også at bese deres Business Class, som for KLM's vedkommende er ved at blive opgraderet over hele flåden (og mere om det i et andet senere indlæg). Og destinationen blev altså St Maarten, hvor landingsbanen ligger lige ved stranden.
@ N ~ first installment from mini trip to St Maarten. Dedicated, of course, to "airport beach" where people can get a bad case of ADOA (Attention Deficit Oooh Aeroplane!) in no time at all.
Our hotel was right next to the airport beach; as you can imagine it gets quite a lot of business from plane spotters. And people do line up; it is amazing to see the big jets gliding in just over your head. Or just over someone else's head, if you prefer a tiny bit of distance between yourself and the blast from the engines. According to the warning sign, the jet blast can "cause severe physical harm resulting in extreme bodily harm and/or death". Physical harm resulting in bodily harm, that is quite something. Some loons hold on to the fence; personally I would not recommend that. You get the smell of jet fuel just fine, even if you're standing some way off.
The large aircraft generally take off in the direction away from the beach. The blast from 4 powerful engines is really extraordinary - I'm a chicken (who has worked at an airport) so I didn't want to stand directly behind it, but even so, my calves got sanded down nicely. I did manage to get some lovely shots of the crowd - see how the sand and the water just get whipped up:
Den allerstørste attraktion er KLM, for de flyver Boeing 747. Din ærede blogger er ingen undtagelse - da vi skulle hjem, var vi nogle stykker der efter incheck spadserede fra lufthavnen ned til stranden (en 10 minutters gåtur) og stillede os op sammen med flokken.
Main attraction: KLM. Because they fly the Boeing 747. Which just happens to be my personal favourite. So after we checked in for our flight home, a handful of us ambled back down to the beach (a 10 minute walk from the terminal) and lined up with the crowds.
And I can now cross one thing off my (non-existing) bucket list:
Right. That's it. We can die happy now (though
not right now, please)