I knew that I
would not see you all again as the burning smoke
smell persisted for more than 10 minutes on the
plane home. The airline staff opened all the storage
compartments to check. They asked passengers not to
go to the toilet. "Please sit down now!" the air
steward ordered as one lady rushed to the toilet
door saying" "I need to go to the toilet". Was she
the terrorist? I was sitting in the last row next to
the toilets. One man hooked out a small bright
yellow fire extinguisher and walked up the aisle. I
thought that a terrorist must have had started a
bomblet inside the sole of his or her shoe.
That was the end of my life. "We are checking the
odour", the pilot announced. Odour? He was using an
euphemism for smoke. It was smoke like that from a
burnt barbecue meat. It was real smoke permeating
the whole plane which was 99% full load. There could
be no smoke without fire. A fire had started
somewhere and nobody knew where.
This was the 3rd of 3 incidents affecting me in
recent days. The first incident was when my
associate vet shot her car onto the busy Braddell
Road. I was behind her car holding onto a big dog to
be sent to a clinic for X-ray. The driver honked
loudly at her. I should be dead in the back seat if
there was no honking. The second incident was an
inexperienced driver reversing fast and crashing her
car into the gate and into the house opposite her
house in Willeton. I used to walk along this road
for exercise. I had escaped death a second time.
Now, this airplane had odour of burnt powder. Many
events happen in 3s. Nobody panicked
since
it was an "odour". The pilot had kept everyone
informed and said that he was checking with Sydney
maintenance and would make a landing if necessary.
After half
an hour the smell vanished. It could be a burnt fan
coil. Where was the fan coil? Inside the aircraft?
Wherever it was, I was fortunate to survive to send
you all this photo. For happy memories.
TOA
PAYOH VETS
