Tag: flying

Home sweet home

Home sweet home

I’m flying into Wellington, and it looks like home to me. When I was a kid it was where the zoo and the museum was. At high …

 

The stuff of dreams

The stuff of dreams

Flying out this evening, I went with Air New Zealand. How utterly mainstream. Unspeakably boring. I should’ve gone with the giant eagle. Now *that’s* what you call an …

 

Swimming through the sky

Swimming through the sky

On my best days, the few, rare, very best days, I feel like I’m swimming through the sky. Somehow the humdrum and the hurt falls away, …

 

Arrivals

Arrivals

We only part to meet again. John Gay As a young girl I spent a lot of time at passenger departure lounges, at both airports and wharves, …

 

347 – Flying friendly skies

347 – Flying friendly skies

Periodically I have to travel as part of my job. I clamber on board an aircraft and away we go. Simple as that. I still …

 

015 – Flying woman

015 – Flying woman

Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew. — Guillaume Apollinaire Car parks are …