When I posted that picture of the tiny plane the other day, there was one thing I didn’t tell you about: I’m scared of flying. It’s a little embarrassing, and most of the time I manage to ignore it, clinging to a newspaper with sweaty hands, pretending to be the bored frequent flyer that I’d prefer to see myself as. But in this case, I’m terrified! Last week, the pilot crouched on the floor in order to inform us about the security instructions. Apparently, on this plane oxygen masks will NOT drop automatically from the ceiling, no, you have to search for them under your seat and then plug them in. I’ve thought a lot about cell phones on planes and I’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t really have to turn them off – after all, wouldn’t they collect every single one, if they could actually bring down the plane? You see, I manage to be blasé most of the time while secretly being scared. In this case, however, I dropped all my pretensions and gave into my irrational fear. I turned into one of those old ladies that have never travelled before (you know the ones: they ask a lot of questions at security, take ten plastic bags as carry-on and pedantically follow the rules) and reprimanded all the poor Norwegians that were excitedly taking pictures while we took off. I clutched my mother’s hand throughout the whole flight. Thankfully, the weather was calm last week. Wish me luck for getting back to Oslo today!