hobie16 wrote:Man those things were noisy. We were behind one taking off from Kennedy. Our 767 shook like crazy but it was a pretty sight watching that baby go.
Heathrow's take off path goes directly over Windsor Castle. A Concorde was flying by and an American tourist was heard saying, "Why would they build the castle where planes fly by?"
Windsor Castle was originally built by William the Conqueror in the decade after the Norman conquest of 1066.
I was lucky enough to see one take off from Heathrow, and I concur with Hobie, that the plane I was aboard (a 767 as well) shuddered as the thing went by... we were about 2/3 down the runway, and I was on the right side of the plane to see the whole takeoff roll. Simply amazing.
Of course, that was on the return trip from the flight from hell... And if you have any problem with descriptions of any bodily functions (or lack thereof) you will want to stop reading. Should you choose to highlight the following, you have been warned.
[spoiler]See, I had severe equilibrium problems at that age, because my cochleas were always larger than normal... means that I always had less room for my brain, but once I grew into my ears I now have some of the best balance of anyone I have met, though I still fail the electroencephalograph. But why did this affect me on the way to London? Well...
The flight from Portland to Chicago was uneventful. Got on the ground, did the layover, and all that, without needing to go to the bathroom. Then, once we were at cruising altitude from Chicago to London, the need hit, and I walked back to the lavatory.
I couldn't make that function work. At all. No matter what I did. Upon return to earth in London, I was fine. In fact, the cabin crew knew of my dilemma, and when that plane reached the gate they had everyone behind my seat stay seated so I could bolt back to the lav.
What it came down to, when I got back to my otolaryngolist, was that I was using my eyes to keep my balance, and the fact that I could not see any horizon was tricking me into being unable to perform certain bodily functions. Fine when I am on the relatively-unmoving ground, but aboard a constantly-moving plane, it all comes into play.
So I traveled from my house, an hour from the Portland International Airport, until my flight took off (total of 3 hours), through Chicago (a four hour flight followed by another 3 hour layover), and all the way to London (an 8 hour flight if I remember right) for a total of 18 hours, of which 7 were spent in discomfort and 5 in actual pain. Good times.[/spoiler]
To have had a witch on that flight that could have helped me...