We few into Saba after a few days of hiking on St. Eustatius. Our little plane flew smoothly, but the approach was really stirring. Saba’s runway, the shortest commercial runway in the world, is a mere 400 meters long. That is minuscule! But the gigantic boulders to the right of the plane as you glide closer to the airport are HUGE!. The tips of the wings of our craft were waaaaay to close to the rocks for comfort! Our pilot must have nerves of steel!
So we drew nearer and nearer until… Touch down!!! Our captain raised the engine immediately to provide as much reverse thrust as the engines could muster. I am not sure if our fearless pilots could have avoided it, but we had to get right up to the end of the runway to turn. Oh, I forgot to mention that both ends of the runway end with sheer cliff. We are talking a 90 degree drop to rock and sea. Just… wow!
Amazingly, neither island has ever had to endure the tragedy of a fatal crash. Still, this is heart pumping stuff. And this just one aspect of our adventure abroad. Just wait until I write about hiking into the crater-rainforest of a hopefully extinct volcano on St. Eustatius. But that is a post for another day.