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When I grew up I wanted so badly to be an RAF pilot, but apparently, for reasons I cannot yet work out, spending my entire childhood on a computer did not count as a qualification. Neither did continuing to spend my entire adulthood on one.  Turning 30, the RAF were not going to come calling anytime soon, so an alternative was required.  I figured I’d have to settle for flying a Russian MiG.

I didn’t think much of the inflight food, nor the inflight reading material, which consisted of only a sick bag; the lounge too was subpar and, to top it all off, their frequent flier policy was lacking, but I can set aside these indifferences seeing that I reached almost twice the speed of sound, ascended to twice the height of a commercial airliner and could see the curvature of the earth. It is called an Edge of Space trip for a reason. For a few minutes the only people further from the earths surface than the pilot and myself were those in the International Space Station.

Then came the aerobatics. At 10km the pilot ascends and drops the speed to 0, which results in the plane dropping and going into a nose dive to experience zero gravity. Then he spent 10 minutes generally doing his best impression of being a massive dickhead by trying to make me throw up. First with loops, then upside down manoeuvres, flying at 90 degrees and stuff I cannot remember as I was too busy trying not to poo myself. After every increase in G-force, he asks if I’m ok. Lesson: never try and impress a Russian with bravery, as all he did was increase the amount of brown in my pants. Over and over again. The sheer power of negative Gs and +7.3 was sufficient to result in me making noises not befitting of a human. Or animal. Maybe the sound of an ape punching a squirrel. In those brief seconds of experiencing an indescribable force, I created my own word that goes a little something like “arggfasfsdfsdfs”.

The pilot also gave me control of the MiG, yet after a few seconds of this awesome power and feeling like I was about to flip the plane I promptly decided I was fond of my limbs and gave him back control. Seeing that I do not have a drivers license or currently even own a bicycle, going from simply having to move my legs in a forwardly direction to flying a fighter jet was a step too far.

On landing and managing not to humiliate myself by staying conscious the entire time and not throwing up, I was told 50% of passengers are ill and most need to lay down. Everyone congratulated me on not being a wimp (I may have looked calm, but 6 hours after the flight my hands were still shaking from adrenaline) and suddenly we were fellow comrades. I was about to defect, until I realised I wasn’t in the military and it made no sense. Then came the award presentation, a Soviet Union hat and that was it; I was taken back to the airport, where flying was once again a bore.

Moral of the story? MiGs are awesome. Or you’re never too old to live your childhood dreams. Or something about something and reaching for the stars.  Oh, just go find some inspirational poster and read that.  Luckily I never wanted to be an astronaut.
Hello, ladies.

Hello, ladies.


They say men get more handsome as they get older, but turning 30 didn’t do much to help me.

Just another, standard Monday morning

Just another, standard Monday morning

Even my hotel looks amazing from up here.

Oh god, I can feel my spleen in my face.

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Tom Cahalan

Written by Tom Cahalan on 21st Nov '16

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