I’m obsessively fascinated by planes.

My new job takes me to a business park each morning. To be fair, it’s nothing fancy, and to be brutally honest, it’s in the arsehole of nowhere. The only way to get there by public transport means crossing an utterly depressing suburb of 1960s architectual malfunction. However, what makes things seriously interesting for me – the park is near the airport.

You’d think that someone who lives in the flight path of a half-decent international airport would be fed up with planes. I’m not. I love them struggling in extreme weather conditions. (Trust me, that allows for some seriously funny cross-wind approaches!). Besides, we’ve all been in cross-wind approaches before, we just didn’t notice – unless you fly Emirates with their nose-gear camera and you see your fellow travellers nearing heart failure as the plane heads towards a 45 degree sector right off the runway.

Anyhow, one of my options to get to work includes a bus that runs parallel to one of the lesser used runways at Hamburg-Fuhlsbüttel Airport. Well, not exactly parallel, but parallel to its imagined extension, if you know what I mean.

It’s a strange sight. A BIG 777 taking off to Dubai (one of two intercontinental destinations out of Hamburg) racing my Metrobus 23 on my way to Barmbek-Süd .  (I do acknowledge this might only amuse people familiar with Hamburg’s socio-geographic infrastructure). But it’s such a stunning sight (the bus isn’t doing too bad!!) I’m trying to pretend to be bored while this is happening. But I fail badly.

It’s true. Go with the flow (of public transport!).