Narrative Essay On A Trip To Honduras

I finally walked through security safely, and caught up with everyone else. It was ultimately time to board and we gathered in a single file line to give our boarding passes to the flight attendants. Stepping onto the plane itself was the world’s best feeling. I could feel my body get tense and my face lit up. We took our seats and with my luck I was stuck with the middle. Due to the circumstances, I dealt with it. Being that it was a 10 hour flight, I needed ways to keep myself occupied. Therefore, I reclined my seat and fell into a gently sleep.

Right as I a walked out the airplane I heard unfamiliar language being spoken around me. People were buzzing around as my heart started to beat fast. My life started to change dramatically, then it struck me it was around 18 hours

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

Looking down and seeing a view that only some people will ever bear witness to evokes emotions that are near impossible to describe. On a clear day, when the sky is warm and welcoming, flight is at its greatest. I especially love how, in a small airplane, you feel everything; every bit of turbulence, the wind, and the sensation of floating. During my hour of flight, there were moments when I forgot I was sitting in a plane and felt free and weightless. Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of flying; and only recently have I learned how possible that is.

Twelve hours is a long time to sit in a confined area, even if you are able to get up and stretch a bit at times. I suppose leg room is a luxury on a plane after all. I looked out the window and viewed the ocean in all directions, seemingly as endless as the flight itself. The clear weather soon took a turn for the worst, the light fluffy clouds below turning darker and more ominous. Soon the plane is completely engulfed in the clouds. The seat belt sign lights up as the aircraft enters the turbulent air and the pilot’s voice issues over the speakers asking everyone to return to their seats. The stewardesses appear walking down the rows, checking everyone’s seat belts and ensuring all bags and loose items are secured. The turbulence gets worse and the pilot changes altitude to get out of the choppy air, but it was to no

What’s it like being in Guatemala? What’s it like being on a plane? I asked these questions to myself. On June 29, 2012 I had the opportunity to find answers to these questions, however in a way that I wished would have not happened. My reason for going to Guatemala wasn’t to rest and have fun. It was for my grandpa’s funeral, a day that changed me forever. A day where I learned what it really means to be grateful.

My first experience on a plane was unforgettable. The pilot told us to turn off all electronic devices and buckle up for departure. He waited about 15 minutes before he pulled off. My ears popped vigorously at the rising altitude. However, despite the pain going on in my ears, I couldn’t help but laugh. Unfortunately, I was seated directly next to my younger brother Johnny. I looked over to him to see if he was experiencing the same excruciating pain I was experiencing. He was. The hilarious part about it though is that he was crying. It was absolutely hysterical! My mom scolded me for laughing at my younger brother, but I just couldn’t stop laughing. He eventually stopped crying once we were about twenty thousand feet in the air. I had the window seat so I had the advantage of looking out the window. The view was astounding! It was sunset and the sun gleamed over the clouds like a field of buttered mashed potatoes. I felt like I was in Heaven while the plane glided through the clouds. It made me anticipate our destination even

This is going to be about the first nerve racking time I rode a plane. It was 3:00 A.M. and I was getting up to go to the the airport. I wasn’t to thrilled that I was getting there that early but, it was worth it. We left for the airport and we first had to go to this parking lot where we left our car while we were on vacation. I was kind of nervous on leaving our car there but as a ride to the airport, we got a limo to the airport. I felt so cool riding to the airport in a limo.

We had a 3p.m. flight out of Portland, ME, to Seattle, Washington, stopping once in Newark, New Jersey. Once we go to Portland, our flight was delayed an hour. Once we landed in Newark, the plane came to a screeching halt on the runway, made a sharp right hand turn that about threw us out the window, and we arrived at the gate.. We scrambled off the plane as fast as we could, vacuumed down our supper and ran for the gate that had our connecting flight to Seattle. We were seated on the plane where we proceeded to sit for a half hour because of maintenance with the aircraft. While en route to Seattle from Newark, there was a thunderstorm that had us bouncing up and down in our seat. The captain only took off the fasten seat belt sign a couple of times. This was my first time ever on an airplane. The turbulence had me worried slightly...The flight to Washington, although it was rough, started my love for flying to destinations. We arrived in Washington around 11 p.m., my cousin was there to pick us up at the

The next morning at 2:00am we woke up, and started driving to the airport with my mom. As we are getting on the plane my heart is beating a million miles per hour, I hate planes so much they give me anxiety.

When I was younger, around the age of 12, I went to visit my family in Puerto Rico. As soon as I stepped off the plane, it was as if I was thrown into whole new environment that I was unfamiliar with at all.

The airplane was my death bed. Or so I thought. I took a flight to the Philippines to visit my grandma. As I was slowly teetering on my way to the restroom, I felt dizzy, light-headed, and confused to the point that I did not know how to open the bathroom door. When I returned to my seat, I felt shivery and sluggish. I realized I had a fever.

I was sitting in the international terminal and was staring at a plane and thinking it was bigger than ever thought because I only saw a plane in the sky like a bird, then I heard flight number," AI 942 from Delhi to Chicago is ready to board". I handed my ticket to the women and got in to the plane. The hostess welcomed me and helped me to find out my seat, and sat on the aisle side and looking outside and everything around me, first thing I noticed was a curtain separating business class from the economic class and then I noticed a white air vent and a light above my head and I can adjust with my hand. There was a head phone to listen to music and a small screen in front of every chair to watch movies. A young women around her 30's came and

The light to put our seatbelts on glowed as the captain spoke to us and flight attendants acted out safety instructions. At take-off my stomach was filled with butterflies, but I wasn't scared. My body was pushed into the seat but I pretended I was the captain of a fighter jet. When we were stable I discovered that flying wasn't that bad. And the ocean looked beautiful out the windows! I put on my CD player until the played the in-flight movie, Planet of the Apes. I didn't like it so I kept listening to my CD player all the way through dinner. I fell asleep but the sound of the captains voice woke me. He was telling us there was an hour left of the flight. Flight attendants asked us to stow away our bags and prepare for landing. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach again as I anticipated the landing. I felt the plane lose

Boarding the plane, our entire family had chills run down our spine. Of course we were scared, it was our first time. We just hoped that saving all of our extra cash for 15 years would be worth it. It better be.