I used to fly often in a Saab 340 Turboprop. Basically, this is how it goes:

You get on board. This is done using stairs that are built into the plane. You have to walk on tarmac – no airbridge today. Then people who haven’t travelled on the plane before find their large rollaboards don’t fit in the overhead bins. Arguments ensue about whether or not the bags will need to go in the hold. Some passengers will then be moved to make the plane balance. Eventually things quieten down. In the winter, you will discover that the heating only works when the door is closed. The door is not closed when the plane is on the apron. An engine starts and the plane starts to vibrate. It is noisier than some people might expect. Then the other engine starts and the noise increases a bit. The plane starts to taxi – quite nimbly. You get to the end of the runway. The engines which you thought were going full tilt suddenly ratchet up – the noise becomes louder and slightly higher pitched, and the vibration becomes faster. You pitch off and the nose lifts. You’re airborne. After a while, you arrive at your destination, the plane touches down and taxis to the apron. The engines are turned off but the propellors still turn for a bit. You have to remain seated with your seatbelt securely fastened until the propellors have spun to a stop. The door is opened, the stairs deployed, and you walk across the tarmac, slightly disorientated, buzzing, tingling, and with your ears ringing a bit.

I miss my turboprop hops.