So i just came back from Narita and there was a plane crash.



If u could see, it landed on the rear, bounced on the nose, then flipped to the left and ka boom!

I was at the airport 2hours after the crash, on my way to Shinjuku. Totally unaware, i was tottering around the airport in glee imagining i'm some kinda tourist cos how often do i get to roam the airport in civilian right? Everything looked normal to me; there wasn't any large scale panic or grumpy delayed passengers sleeping on benches like those i see on TV. If only i had tilted my head up slightly to notice all the cancelled flights (which, unfortunately, non of them happened to be my return flight).

Yes, like any kaypo singaporean, i would have stuck my face at the glass window and stared.

Which was what some of my colleagues did, as a matter of fact. They saw the news and immediately took the 10min shuttle from the hotel.

I did manage to take a look at the area though, on my way back the next morning. Nothing spectacular.

My steward told me he thinks he heard the crash in the morning and proceeded to describe the sound in full detail (which sounded something like very strong wind, according to him). We then had a serious discussion about how we could have seen the crash itself from our windows.

That is just SO singaporean. Always wanting to be part of the action, but mind you not directly involved.

Anyway, it's scary. I wonder how i'd feel if i really did witness an air crash. Would i still have the guts to fly again? Apparently Narita is notorious for fogs and strong winds and i did witness that myself. Landing felt like a roller coaster.

So. Well. Glad it wasn't me. RIP fedex people.

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