SE210 Caravelle love affair.
After a year with BEA 1-11 division, staff travel became a wonderful
reality. Invited by a friend in the same department to a surprise birthday party for his best friend at a French manor house, near Orly. I said of course "Yes" Possibly, I had been invited due to my "Allo - Allo " language skills. never the less, it was kind. Out on the first AF. MAN/ORY, and back on the last ORY/MAN on a Summers Sunday. I was no stranger to the Caravelle,, and always looked forward to good food, and copious brandies offered with the dessert on the AY 210's. Getting my clothes dry cleaned after a flight on SN's SE210's flight to rid myself of the stink of Gauloises or Disque bleu. The AF aircraft had a heady aroma of Channel number 5, with a slight whiff of a Parisienne taxi driver's jock strap.. My day was enjoyable, outdoor dining, with wholesale amounts of wine. and then conveyance back to ORY for the return flight. After a 20 minute snooze, my friend and I were given bottled top up's to our previous intake of "Vin Rouge". What was not to like? Soon enough, the seat belt light went on. I Told my friend how much I loved flying on a Caravelle., not only could it glide for 20 miles, if the engines failed. and could be slowed down by use of a parachute after landing in poor conditions. I saw the wine induced rosy face of my friend turn ashen white. This 6ft 2. Anglo-Dutchman said in a quiet voice, " I hate flying" I replied, Oh, should I hold your hand ? The reply I was not expecting "Yes". He took my left hand and held it firmly under the armrest of our two seats. With 10 minutes to landing, the stewardess made her seat belt check, smiling as she observed our hands firmly joined. I don't think even a French kiss would have caused her to raise an eyebrow. Thanks the nice thing about the French, and the SE210. Lance Shippey. |
Originally Posted by Lance Shippey
(Post 10931484)
After a year with BEA 1-11 division, staff travel became a wonderful
reality. Invited by a friend in the same department to a surprise birthday party for his best friend at a French manor house, near Orly. I said of course "Yes" Possibly, I had been invited due to my "Allo - Allo " language skills. never the less, it was kind. Out on the first AF. MAN/ORY, and back on the last ORY/MAN on a Summers Sunday. I was no stranger to the Caravelle,, and always looked forward to good food, and copious brandies offered with the dessert on the AY 210's. Getting my clothes dry cleaned after a flight on SN's SE210's flight to rid myself of the stink of Gauloises or Disque bleu. The AF aircraft had a heady aroma of Channel number 5, with a slight whiff of a Parisienne taxi driver's jock strap.. My day was enjoyable, outdoor dining, with wholesale amounts of wine. and then conveyance back to ORY for the return flight. After a 20 minute snooze, my friend and I were given bottled top up's to our previous intake of "Vin Rouge". What was not to like? Soon enough, the seat belt light went on. I Told my friend how much I loved flying on a Caravelle., not only could it glide for 20 miles, if the engines failed. and could be slowed down by use of a parachute after landing in poor conditions. I saw the wine induced rosy face of my friend turn ashen white. This 6ft 2. Anglo-Dutchman said in a quiet voice, " I hate flying" I replied, Oh, should I hold your hand ? The reply I was not expecting "Yes". He took my left hand and held it firmly under the armrest of our two seats. With 10 minutes to landing, the stewardess made her seat belt check, smiling as she observed our hands firmly joined. I don't think even a French kiss would have caused her to raise an eyebrow. Thanks the nice thing about the French, and the SE210. Lance Shippey. |
Et plus, Concorde etait Le Super Caravelle!
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