Last thoughts
On the very few occasions since I started flying (TAROM, Bucharest 1958) when I have been frightened, I too have had inappropriate thoughts, although these have seldom concerned the whereabouts of my passport. In the current case can I just say, without being excoriated by Rainboe, that this incident has simply served to increase my trust in the 747 as one of the safest machines ever to grace our skies.
Almost unbreakable. I for one will miss them sadly when they are gone. And I remember with particular gratitude being whisked out of a riotous Jakarta not so long ago on a Qantas SP. Great plane, great crew.