I quite like turbulence, unless it goes on for hours and hours. No way could I classify all of my flight, so I'll just list the ones I remember the most;
); 8th June 2006 on an Oasis Hong Kong B747-400
Constant bumps, seat belt signs on and off throughout the entire flight. At first the sudden drops were good fun, but after six or seven hours of pretty much constant buffeting it just got incredibly annoying. The return on the 25th of June was probably worse in fact.
; 28th February 2006 on an Air Southwest Dash 8-300
I'd been at home laid up on medical orders for a month after damaging my ribs, so decided to fly back to college as it would be quicker and avoid sitting being bounced around on a train for hours. Flew straight into a large storm after take off, which broke just minutes after we became airborne, at 8000ft cruise the plane was tossed around pretty well in the large thunderheads.
-PLH; various occasions on Air Southwest Dash 8-300s
Once you hear the announcement in the cabin that the weather is bad at PLH and that a divert to NQY
may be required then you know the flight is going to be fun and the descent rough to say the least. A couple of times during 2005/6 in particular some large storms had swung in off the Atlantic and were making conditions interesting in the South West, but on all occasions the guys up front got the plane down safely first time around. Very rough approaches where you are tossed all over the place and thrown about, with one landing coming uncomfortably close to the edge of the runway.
SEVERE - Luckily the worst I have experienced, I don't really fancy getting to the stage when bits are breaking off the aircraft!
; Sometime in Winter 2004/2005 on an Air Nostrum Dash 8-Q315
Got to BCN
to be told that Mahon was closed due to bad weather and that all flights had been cancelled. Indeed, there were 300 annoyed passengers wanting to get on a couple of MD87s and a Spanair B717, so I was surprised when I eventually found someone to ask that my flight was actually flying, in a Dash 8. Right after take off you began to feel like a jelly, although things momentarily got better in cruise, before the roughest descent and approach I have ever had. Captain announced that he would do his best, but that winds were reaching 100mph (I did wonder if he meant kmph - but from weather reports the next day it would appear he was right!). Ducked and dived all the way in, at such a skew one moment that passengers on the left could clearly see the runway, then the next all you could see was dark sky or the rough sea pounding below, before dropping onto the tarmac about half way down and stopping in just a few hundred feet. The island was really battered for several days by high winds (a Traumontana), it was even snowing as I got off the plane!
...love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again...