Landing in the Sahara, not many dead...
Well, it was on an airstrip!
Captain Chuks would have been happy to tell any of his self-loading freight that if they were unsettled by his obvious reluctance to engage in banter about the advisability or not of any of his gravity-defying antics, well, the next destination is 120 miles in "that" direction and don't forget to wear stout shoes and take plenty of water. The high-speed rail link has not even been planned.
You guys hauling the bucket-and-spade crowd, and the know-all bizniss folk, my hat is off to you! With my lot it is pretty much, "Sit down, shut up and keep your feet off the upholstery." They are touchingly grateful simply to get there alive, I guess.