Over Nairobi

I think I must have been the only person who came to Africa, went up in an airplane on a scenic flight of the Great Rift Valley and spent most of the trip curled up on the back seat with my jumper over my eyes clutching a plastic air sickness bag. Plunging down into Hell's Gate on what felt like the at least a 90 degree angle I realized that flying a Cessna 182 is slightly removed from an experience of pleasure for me. Give me a jet anyday.