I am fascinated by pilots who can fly airplanes smaller than a wheeled tractor inside and out of a mountain “massif”. And land them. And take them off. Daily. For life.
I just can’t imagine these planes having air-hostesses. No one would want to service passengers crawling in the aisle. Though, maybe not. Perhaps, some of the wealthy passengers are willing to offer a fee that would cover the crawl, the beer and even singing a ditty. I don’t know why but I thought of Berlusconi first. Then a few Russian names surfaced up as well.
Once a year, one of the smaller planes does a flip-over while landing there, because of strong side winds. Or so I was told by locals. I’ve never seen it myself, but I’ve seen some strong side winds that could flip me over.
No, thank you, I’ll take the car.
Standing Ovation, Seated 