This gorgeous vintage travel poster for Pan American Airways (also known as Pan Am) has such beautiful colors in the design, I just had to post it. I love the interplay of the periwinkle blue, red and yellow-orange; and the way the airplane is just gliding above all that colorful activity below.
Although I would date this vintage travel poster somewhere in the 1930s or 1940s, the image of that small plane reminds me of the 1990s and the one and only time I rode on a small plane. A friend and I were going from Fort Lauderdale to to Bimini in the Bahamas, so we decided to fly rather than take a boat. For some reason it never occurred to me that we would be flying in a small plane. So when I stepped out of the "terminal," which looked more like an office building lobby, and onto the tarmac, I almost had a heart attack when I saw an eight-seater plane.
There wasn't really time to have a full-on reaction; I had to get on the plane because it was getting ready to go. Suffice it to say, I had white knuckles the entire way. I don't remember how long the flight was but it felt like an eternity. I was literally sweating as I grabbed the back of the seat in front of me and listened to the very loud roaring of the engine.
Before we got to Bimini, we had to make a stop on Cat Cay, which is a Bahamian Island that if memory serves is where Sydney Poitier grew up. It was no more than a small strip of land floating in the ocean, which was both beautiful and frightening. We touched down only briefly to let someone off. Then, as casually as a bus leaving a curb stop, we took off again. At last we landed on Bimini and we had a wonderful time for the three days we were there.
On the way back, I had an uncharacteristic attack of bravery and decided I wanted to sit in the co-pilot seat. I can't imagine why someone who was so terrified when sitting in the back of the plane would think it would be less scary to look out the windshield as we flew over the ocean. It wasn't. I was terrified and nauseated. I'm not sure whether the nausea was caused by air-sickness or just fear eating at my belly. My vivid imagination convinced me we were going to have to make a water landing, so I spent the entire journey trying to make peace with the fact that I was about to die. That's an exhausting task under any circumstances but it's even more so when you're nauseated and have a splitting headache.
As you can probably tell, I didn't die and I actually made it home. Looking back, the sun hitting the ocean as we flew over it was beautiful. But I've got that image stored neatly away in my memory, so it's not necessary to see a repeat performance. Believe me, I'll never go on a small plane again.
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