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Кому фулл скинуть? 😏
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Сейчас запишу вам историю на ночь о своих приключениях ))
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Кстати, вот так выглядит сбрасывание топлива. Я впервые это видела))
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История на ночь. Аварийная посадка боинга и мои приключения в Индии
To my English speaking followers ❤️
I was on a plane that nearly crashed. About four hours into the flight, a strong smell of burning filled the cabin. People started looking around, trying to figure out where the fire was coming from, and flight attendants rushed in with fire extinguishers. The plane was a Boeing, huge, and of course, the incident happened in my row. The attendants instructed everyone to check their belongings—power banks, laptops, phones, basically all electronics. Naturally, panic set in. Imagine, over 400 passengers scrambling to find whatever might be the cause of the smell. It was decided that we would make an emergency landing, and the captain announced that we were heading toward land. This caused even more panic because, as you know, landing a Boeing on land is nearly impossible—it usually means a crash. The flight attendants began instructing us on emergency landing procedures, explaining that it would be a rough landing with possible jolts and that we needed to keep our heads down. They showed us the proper position to assume during the landing. They also said we would exit via emergency slides, so they pointed out the exits. Panic grew even more.
People started crying, praying, screaming. But then, after about ten minutes of chaos, the pilot announced that we would actually be landing at Delhi Airport. Everyone breathed a little easier and began to relax. Upon landing in Delhi, fire trucks were immediately on standby. When we came to a stop, a few firefighters boarded the plane. It was almost comical—they literally started sniffing the air, and after a while, they said, "We don’t smell anything anymore, so you can continue your flight." Naturally, people were outraged. One woman even filed a complaint. But when the plane was restarted, the smell returned. At that point, the firefighters finally admitted that the plane was indeed malfunctioning and something needed to be done. This led to a five-hour wait on the plane. You can imagine—419 people stuck in India without visas, who were never expected, and on the very day that military conflict between India and Pakistan broke out. They weren’t exactly focused on us. We sat in the plane for five hours, and then another hour in a bus on the way to the airport, while they sorted out visa issues.
After a while, we were all moved to an airport holding area—basically a small room with cheap chairs right by the doors, before customs or transit areas. We were given forms to fill out, and that dragged on for another three hours. My flight companions were two girls, one of whom had a baby. She was flying alone without her husband, so the other girl and I decided to help her. Between the three of us, we had a lot of bags and the baby to carry, which was exhausting. We were moved back and forth with no clear information about our flight. They wouldn’t give us a hotel, either. We waited for about three hours in that holding area, hoping they would provide accommodation since we had a baby with us. But then they announced that our flight would be at 4 AM, and it was already close to midnight. They told us there was no point in going to a hotel, so we had to go to the transit zone. We went, and as soon as we arrived with all our bags and the baby, they announced that our flight would now leave at 11 AM and they would give us a hotel. But, of course, organizing everything took more time, so it was around 4 AM when we finally got to the hotel. By the time everyone checked in, it was almost 5 or 6 in the morning, but that’s not even the worst part.
The cherry on top was that I started being followed by an Indian man. He saw which floor I was going to in the elevator, and when we went downstairs to get food (which wasn’t available), he followed us and saw which room I went to. The rooms were single occupancy, so I was alone. This guy started pacing back and forth near my door and eventually knocked. I was already terrified, having just landed in a country where war was starting, and now I had some creep at my door.
I was on a plane that nearly crashed. About four hours into the flight, a strong smell of burning filled the cabin. People started looking around, trying to figure out where the fire was coming from, and flight attendants rushed in with fire extinguishers. The plane was a Boeing, huge, and of course, the incident happened in my row. The attendants instructed everyone to check their belongings—power banks, laptops, phones, basically all electronics. Naturally, panic set in. Imagine, over 400 passengers scrambling to find whatever might be the cause of the smell. It was decided that we would make an emergency landing, and the captain announced that we were heading toward land. This caused even more panic because, as you know, landing a Boeing on land is nearly impossible—it usually means a crash. The flight attendants began instructing us on emergency landing procedures, explaining that it would be a rough landing with possible jolts and that we needed to keep our heads down. They showed us the proper position to assume during the landing. They also said we would exit via emergency slides, so they pointed out the exits. Panic grew even more.
People started crying, praying, screaming. But then, after about ten minutes of chaos, the pilot announced that we would actually be landing at Delhi Airport. Everyone breathed a little easier and began to relax. Upon landing in Delhi, fire trucks were immediately on standby. When we came to a stop, a few firefighters boarded the plane. It was almost comical—they literally started sniffing the air, and after a while, they said, "We don’t smell anything anymore, so you can continue your flight." Naturally, people were outraged. One woman even filed a complaint. But when the plane was restarted, the smell returned. At that point, the firefighters finally admitted that the plane was indeed malfunctioning and something needed to be done. This led to a five-hour wait on the plane. You can imagine—419 people stuck in India without visas, who were never expected, and on the very day that military conflict between India and Pakistan broke out. They weren’t exactly focused on us. We sat in the plane for five hours, and then another hour in a bus on the way to the airport, while they sorted out visa issues.
After a while, we were all moved to an airport holding area—basically a small room with cheap chairs right by the doors, before customs or transit areas. We were given forms to fill out, and that dragged on for another three hours. My flight companions were two girls, one of whom had a baby. She was flying alone without her husband, so the other girl and I decided to help her. Between the three of us, we had a lot of bags and the baby to carry, which was exhausting. We were moved back and forth with no clear information about our flight. They wouldn’t give us a hotel, either. We waited for about three hours in that holding area, hoping they would provide accommodation since we had a baby with us. But then they announced that our flight would be at 4 AM, and it was already close to midnight. They told us there was no point in going to a hotel, so we had to go to the transit zone. We went, and as soon as we arrived with all our bags and the baby, they announced that our flight would now leave at 11 AM and they would give us a hotel. But, of course, organizing everything took more time, so it was around 4 AM when we finally got to the hotel. By the time everyone checked in, it was almost 5 or 6 in the morning, but that’s not even the worst part.
The cherry on top was that I started being followed by an Indian man. He saw which floor I was going to in the elevator, and when we went downstairs to get food (which wasn’t available), he followed us and saw which room I went to. The rooms were single occupancy, so I was alone. This guy started pacing back and forth near my door and eventually knocked. I was already terrified, having just landed in a country where war was starting, and now I had some creep at my door.
I didn’t know if he is a worker, maybe with a master key. At 7:30 AM, we were all loaded onto buses back to the airport. We arrived at the airport but weren’t allowed to enter immediately, so we stood outside for an hour before they finally let us in. We went to check in, and on the screen, I saw that the expected departure time was 11 AM, but the schedule said 6 PM. We asked the airport workers, and they assured us that our flight would still be at 11 AM, so we went ahead and checked in. We were given our boarding passes for the same seats, and as we went through passport control, the same Indian guy started bothering me, saying I didn’t have a visa and couldn’t leave the country. I said, "Have you heard about the Boeing emergency landing with 400 people like me on board?" He paused, then finally let me through.
By this point, everyone was exhausted, stressed, and angry, and some passengers even started organizing a protest at the gate. The situation was tense. To make matters worse, we found out that Pakistan had closed its airspace, and several airports in Russia, including Moscow, had been shut down. We read news that some flights had been rerouted to Tashkent, Grozny, and Nizhny Novgorod, so we knew we couldn’t even make it to Moscow. We finally boarded the plane around 3:30 PM, but once we were seated, the announcement came: we needed additional permissions to fly out of India due to the military actions, which would take some time. We ended up waiting another three hours on the plane before we finally took off around 7 PM.
They seated us on the same plane, but with the announcement that the media system would be offline, so we were flying without TVs, sockets, or lights. In short, we were on a broken plane, but with God's help, we eventually made it.
By this point, everyone was exhausted, stressed, and angry, and some passengers even started organizing a protest at the gate. The situation was tense. To make matters worse, we found out that Pakistan had closed its airspace, and several airports in Russia, including Moscow, had been shut down. We read news that some flights had been rerouted to Tashkent, Grozny, and Nizhny Novgorod, so we knew we couldn’t even make it to Moscow. We finally boarded the plane around 3:30 PM, but once we were seated, the announcement came: we needed additional permissions to fly out of India due to the military actions, which would take some time. We ended up waiting another three hours on the plane before we finally took off around 7 PM.
They seated us on the same plane, but with the announcement that the media system would be offline, so we were flying without TVs, sockets, or lights. In short, we were on a broken plane, but with God's help, we eventually made it.