The flight to Australia was bumpy and noisy and extremely uncomfortable.
I never would have guessed that my first ever flight would be in a C-17 Globemaster III.
For the non-plane nerds here, it was a massive, hollow military plane solely made for transporting troops and military cargo.
The interior of the plane was mostly empty except for the webbed seats lined along the walls.
This flying monstrosity was not built for any form of comfort or relaxation. No padding or even windows. Just cold steel and vibration. It was more like some sort of flying warehouse, made solely for hauling cargo.
Beside me, Sharon was strapped in, eyes shut tight and muttering non-stop prayers throughout the flight. Occasionally, anytime the plane jolted from air turbulence, she'd grip my knee tightly.
It seemed like she was having an even worse time than I was.
"How are you so terrified of being in an airplane when you can literally fly?" I asked.
