Ashleigh Cropp and Annika Doggett fly aboard Air Chathams CV700 and CV709 from Auckland to Whanganui (and back again that afternoon)
The plane: Saab 340 prop (hereinafter "The Mighty Battler").
The experience: After a leisurely breakfast at Auckland Airport, we heard that our flight was slightly delayed, and that a preceding flight to New Plymouth was being cancelled. On board, the wonderful service by Violet of tea and a Tim Tam was rudely interrupted by the worst turbulence of our lives while the Mighty Battler unwittingly got caught in nature's spin cycle on our descent into Whanganui. Relatively seasoned flyer Ashleigh was graciously given extra "turbulence bags" by other punters, all of which were used. Annika multi-tasked by taking care of Ashleigh while also trying not to be ill. And then we did it all again on the flight home as the bad weather headed north with us.
Applause for the pilot on landing: Loud (at least according to Annika—Ashleigh was busy trying to get off the Mighty Battler to regain some dignity). Shout out to the amazing Violet, who remained calm and compassionate throughout. And the Mighty Battler, of course.
Terror rating: Low, but gross rating 10/10
Bree Tomasel flies Air New Zealand NZ570 from Christchurch to Auckland
The plane: Airbus A320.
The experience: Where do I start? We had already flown from Hokitika to Christchurch on a Q300 and the Alps weren't kind so we were already shaken as we landed at Christchurch. It was a mad dash through security as we boarded the Airbus A320 to Auckland. As it was a larger plane, the take-off and much of the flight was calm. However, after the crew said, "prepare for landing", the 40 minutes that followed were truly terrifying. You could feel the plane being thrown around from side to side like a rag doll and you could tell the pilots were up against it as the plane descended quickly and then thrusters would come on to take us up again . . . the pilots tried to land the plane twice, the second time more terrifying than the first. An announcement followed that, due to the weather, size of the plane and amount of water on the runway, they were not able to land. It was reassuring to hear we had enough fuel to turn around and head back to Christchurch. We landed, exhausted and scared, to be welcomed by giant queues and havoc at the airport. We managed to get one of the last rooms available in the city forthe night. The next day we caught a flight to Wellington, Wellington to Hamilton and then drove to Auckland as all other flights were full. All of these flights were also terrifying, especially after the previous day's experience.
Applause for pilot on landing: No, because we didn't land.
Terror rating: 8/10 — pretty horrible.