Fresh from a short hop across the English Channel, Lonely Planet editor James Kay explains why a yo-yoing flight in a light aircraft always trumps a First Class seat in a jumbo jet.
Travelling in a light aircraft allows you to get a lot closer to the action. Image by James Kay / Lonely Planet
The middle-aged gentleman buckling up behind me looked as pale as someone who had just drawn England in a World Cup sweepstake. His knuckles whitened around the straps of his seatbelt as the three propellers of the Britten-Norman Trislander whirred into noisy life.
Thin white needles danced in the dials of the plane’s dashboard as we accelerated down the runway of Southampton Airport. A few moments later we were up, airborne, looking down from the windows of a hollow aluminium tube at the toy-like vessels plying the Solent and the fields of the Isle of Wight.
Half an hour into the short flight to Alderney in the Channel Islands the plane flew into a dark cumulus cloud; rain strafed the cockpit with ferocity as the captain checked his altimeter, his magnetic compass, and a half-dozen other instruments winking green, yellow and red.
We rode the change in air pressure, bumping up and down, a sensation that caused nervous laughter from the back, and a few frank murmurs of unease. But a minute or two later we were through it, descending from the dirty cotton-wool underbelly of the sky toward our final destination.
Grasping their hand luggage with moistened palms after landing, some people were glad to get off that plane as fast as possible; me, I would have stayed aboard for the return flight were it not for prior commitments. I’ve always – will always – loved light aircraft more than any other form of transport.
Train travel has its charms – is there anything more conducive to contemplation than staring from the window of a train at an unknown landscape scrolling past? And travelling by ship offers a unique perspective on the world, and a sense of its true scale absent from faster forms of transport.
Perhaps my bias stems from the simple fact that light aircraft tend to ply routes to unusual or isolated places – generally speaking, the ones that interest me the most. But I think there’s a bit more to it than that.
People who ride motorbikes often compare the experience favourably with a road trip in a car because they claim a sense of engagement with their environment that those travelling in a four-wheel metal box do not. You can say something similar about a small plane versus a big one.
I find it perverse that, even as it opens up new horizons for mass tourism, the sophistication of modern aircraft – the astounding level of comfort offered by, say, a Boeing 787 Dreamliner or an Airbus A380 – serves to divorce us from the physical sensation of travelling at all.
Once that cabin door is sealed, travelling in a jumbo jet is like teleportation without the …read more