The first time I experienced this phenomenon, it was the noise that got me. It was a loud whooshing sound that felt vaguely apocalyptic—if the apocalypse was happening in a car wash. I fly out of Denver, so this is a regular occurrence for me, but that first time felt otherworldly, almost claustrophobic, especially since I was watching workers outside the plane do things I’d never seen them do before. But for many passengers, it’s the smell that hits them first.
Africa: A Long-term Business Aviation Corridor?
As traditional routes face increasing pressure, Africa is emerging as a corridor defined as much by opportunity as by operational complexity. To utilize it requires a different level of planning and...
