My first flight in an airliner was in a Viscount, from BEA Heathrow to Dusseldorf. I enjoyed several after that and the most memorable was a night landing at Munich when the touch down was so smooth I never felt it.
My last experience of a Viscount was not quite so pleasant. I was invited to have a look inside one at Bournemouth one hot Summer evening. At the time there was a dock strike and this aircraft had just been used to ferry meat out to Jersey. In the heat it smelled rather like a slaughter house. When I got off, they put all the seats back in ready for the next load of happy tourists, at least some of whom were probably looking forward to their first taste of romantic air travel.