When I was in my early 20s, I had a list of things I wanted to do before turning 30. It was like a bucket list or you could call it a dream. They weren’t big or necessarily sentimental, they were just things I fancied doing or places I wanted to go.
One of it was to go in an helicopter ride around one of my favourtite cities in the world – London. Then life happened. Got married, had kids, went to university, bought a house, went passed 30 – way passed. It never seemed right to go on a joyride in an helicopter. Especially as one is trying to balance life as a mom.
With my little gift card (I didn’t want any material gift for Christmas), our kids now in full time primary education and a little more time in my hands ( that is when not cooking, cleaning, doing the laundering, shopping, changing the light bulbs or the engine oil in the car, helping kids with their home learning or attending one PTA or another and oh being a good wife, a sexy lover/girlfriend (role play *roll eyes*) to the husband, a spontaneous date, a daughter, granddaughter, an aunt, cousin, friend, colleague, …. ) it was time to re-visit the list of things I wanted to do.
Its never too late to make plans or try to accomplish one. What would you like to do? What excites you? As a little girl or boy, what were your dreams? write it down and work towards it. You would be surprised it doesn’t cost a lot, it’s ok to treat yourself and that you can actually find the time to do it. It doesn’t have to be done immediately, Knowing that it would be done some day is good enough to give you that tingery sense of excitement. Like the one I have for my next one.
The anticipation to the event was mind bubbling. I could not contain myself. But then there was the big question to what do one wear to an helicopter ride? I googled it and had only 2 outfit inspiration I fancied. And they were celebrities. I ain’t got no fancy celebrities clothes, shoes or bags.
What I had was my DKNY handbag, Tommy Hilfiger jeans, thigh high boots from Asda George and an old white shirt I’m not even sure where I got it from – that old. And my camera!
Going for something comfortable, simple and classy can not do anyone any harm.
The next worry was how would it go? The experience was booked for spring, but British weather being what it is, it was a little hazy and foggy. How safe would it be? If by now you haven’t guessed, I worry a lot. I worry about being worried, which makes me worried.
But I needed not worry so much. If only I knew. Don’t let your fears and anxiety hold you back. Be scared but go anyway.
The day was amazing, there was a chauffeured driven executive car that came to pick us up from the house. We got there plenty in time to a very lovely modern glass office building, in Borehamwood – Hertfordshire, a 20 mins drive from our north London home.
There was a little delay, because of the weather. But soon after, we were ushered into a room to be briefed on safety. We were then lead to our chopper (I love that word chopper *smugged face* ). It was nice being able to seat in the front seat with the pilot (made a girl feel like the co-pilot). The pilot was very good and professional – he didn’t mind me taking a thousand selfies or flipping my braids from one side to the other in order get the best view of London from above.
The experience was a 30 mins helicopter ride around London.
It was amazing seeing how the roads form boundaries. The pilot ran commentary pointing out famous landmarks like The Shad, The Gherkin, the London Eye, The O2, West Ham football ground and many more he could fit into the seemingly brief experience. I forgot how beautiful The Thames looked from above. The curve snake like shape.
The whole experience lasted about 30mins and soon came to an end. It was so wonderful, I definitely would recommend it for every woman ( ok, and men). The ride was phenomenon. The euphoric feeling lingers on even several days after. It was an experience I would never forget in an hurry, and I’m looking forward to doing it again! and oh, you don’t have to duck when entering an helicopter, except you are extremely tall ( I ducked though, thinks its a reflex thing observed from too much TV)