chollie

CNY in the US. I flew a four-seater in and out a decade or so ago. It was just a single small room at the time with a huge old antique scale, the kind you usually stand on to weigh yourself.

LUK in Nepal, again, a number of years ago. Just a shack and a tiny little 'driveway'. When you landed, you were flying straight into the mountainside. If the pilot judged it wrong (which unfortunately wasn't an uncommon occurrence when the weather was bad), they went straight into the mountainside. On takeoff, the same strip was slightly downhill, so the pilots sort of rolled off the end, flooring it just before we went off the edge.

Wasn't just the size (or lack of) that made Lukhla so memorable, it was also being perched a few thousand feet up a mountainside.