This is New Jersey. I could take a pic of any part of the entire state from any angle, and it would look like this.
Yesterday we had a charter - we flew a couple of hours west, then a couple of hours east and ended up overnighting in scenic, fresh-smelling New Jersey. Not Teterboro airport (it's underwater at the moment due to recent rainfall), but Newark, another major airport that feeds New York City along with La Guardia and JFK. We head home this afternoon, then tomorrow we are off again on a charter, heading south to spend a few days in Florida.
Yesterday was uneventful with one minor note; it was a wee bit bumpy coming into Newark yesterday, with some clouds and rain, and we had to hold for about 20 minutes before landing. Everyone was calling it "light chop" and that's actually all it was.
Anyway, when we landed, one of our pax pointed at the other pax and said "This guy needs an ambulance". I laughed, thinking it was a joke. But apparently the other guy got really motion-sick during our final approach, and he actually needed to collect himself for about 10 minutes before he was able to walk off the airplane. He was actually bright green, and I would have loved to take a pic but I wasn't able to think of a reason for asking the guy to pose.
The guy stumbled out of the plane and then had to stand doubled-over while touching his toes for a few minutes, standing motionless and breathing deeply.
I told them the weather for today indicated fewer bumps, but sick-boy might actually take another way home rather than air travel, and we might end up only taking one guy back home after their meetings this afternoon.
I have a pretty weak stomach when it comes to aerobatics - I'm good for about 5 minutes of flinging myself through the sky and then it's time to land. I remember doing spin training in flight school and sweating through every minute of it, not because I didn't like spins (they are really cool) but because my stomach was in my mouth for the last hour of each lesson. Hell, I don't ride the merry-go-round because I am nauseous for hours afterwards, so I felt kind of bad for our poor sick-boy passenger. He was even sober; I checked our commissary and they had only consumed water and pop on board.
I'm just glad it wasn't actually bumpy yesterday, and I'm especially glad the pax didn't order extra catering; if they had, I suspect we would have been getting our plane's interior steam-cleaned last night.