106 Years of Powered Flight : a Recollection

               I forgot how many times the flight attendant disturbed my nap in between movies aboard to take my meals. Inflight entertainment with an LCD monitor showing programmed films on play were not that enjoying to keep me awake. I only recalled watching “Ghost Town” with Greg Kinnear, Ricky Gervais and other not so well known stars. There was a stop-over at Doha and an hour off the plane was required and we stayed at the terminal until the announcement for boarding the final flight to Heathrow. The last leg of the flight seemed shorter as I slept more. The next thing I knew, the pilot was announcing the aircraft’s pattern for landing and I was making out city lights from below at the break of dusk above London.

              So if you ask me how the Wright Brothers made wrong things right, here’s the catch. At the span of 18 hours in the Philippines on a good weather I will get aboard a bus in Alabang which will ferry me home at the island of Panay at the province of Antique. This bus will be loaded on a ferry allowing it to cross the distance of the islands and by hopping from Batangas, Mindoro to Panay, I will arrive back in my hometown after that span of time. Coincidentally with that same span of time, crossing Time Zones I have to reconcile my thinking landing in Heathrow Airport after one stop-over on the same date about 6:15 in the evening. Fortunately it wasn’t a bus, thanks to the Wright Brothers, it was a plane but mother of all coincidences, I wondered why it was called an Airbus.