My seat: Fourth back, on the left. There's not a lot of room on board, as everyone has a yak poo-splattered pack on their laps. Best views are on the left-hand side as the plane goes up, and on the right as it heads back to Kathmandu.
Fellow passengers: Four Sherpa people - the rest are unwashed Western trekkers.
How full? There are 21 seats. Three are empty, which seems odd given the number of people desperate to get out of Lukla after a day of no flights and heavy fog. My Sherpa mate suspects they leave those seats empty to avoid overloading. How thoughtful.
Entertainment: Fellow passengers amused themselves by spotting other planes and taking selfies. The fog was pretty thick; on a good day, the scenery is spectacular as you wind your way through towering valleys.
The service: A beautiful Nepalese girl shuffles along, all crouched over, saying, "Fasten seatbelts for take-off". Once we're up, she hands out lollies and cotton wool (for your ears). Given that Lukla seemed about to descend into wild rioting, I wondered if her seat could have been better used.
Food and drink: A couple of lollies.
Toilets: None. Though some passengers might pee their pants at the sight of the 11-degree angle of the runway.
Luggage: A 15kg bag in the hold. And they're pretty fussy about checking the weight.
The airport experience: Part Lord Of The Flies, part "Last Chopper Out Of Saigon" as stranded hikers scramble for exodus. Important lesson: there are no guarantees in Lukla. Some of these poor trekkers have hiked for weeks and lack the mental reserves left for a three-day wait.
Would I fly this again? Yep. I reckon I'll head back to the Everest region, and that means landing in Lukla. Just remember to pack a lot of patience and enjoy the ride.
• Winston Aldworth travelled as a guest of World Expeditions.