Flying as I know all too well, is a strain.
For an elderly person its not just the cramped airline seats and security pat-downs. (though the Beijing post has a funny story about security pat-downs)
It all starts at the airport.
Once you have found your check in desk there is the queue, long lines of people and baggage to manoeuvre.
I get as far as the start of the queue with my mother, then tell the person in front and more importantly the person behind me, while I Queue my mother is going to sit on the seat wayyyy over there watching me, ready to pounce when I am within three people of actually being served.
I will also tell any airline or Dnata rep that is milling around organising the lines.
Sometimes this has lead to us being rolled through to a different section for expedited check in but other times it hasn’t.
I choose to do this not for the tiny chance we will get speedy check in, or even that she cannot stand for long period of time.
I choose this as people with luggage trolley carts and big suitcase do NOT look where they are going.
I have had my little toe broken by a trolley, a trolley wheel slice my foot open, a suitcase badly bruise my foot and a rip in my trousers from someones “pretty luggage tags” and suitcase falling on to me.
If all this can happen to me I don’t want to think about starting a holiday with mum injured.
She bruises easily and takes twice as long to heal, so its better to keep her out of harms way.