Plane Wings
"Most turboprops are statically stable passenger planes. They may not be advanced, but even if the engines fail, they can still glide to an emergency landing. Don't be fooled by their shabby appearance—their safety is still guaranteed. Don't worry!"
Hearing Zabu's words, Ye Tong offered a few words of reassurance. Turboprops were nowhere near as smooth as jet planes, and their comfort and soundproofing were both far worse.
He'd been on plenty of planes, including even rougher military aircraft. Their structures were different, which meant military planes could do flips in the sky. Try doing that in a passenger plane!
Africans might not be reliable, but they knew perfectly well that they couldn't handle advanced aviation technology. So they left most of the piloting, maintenance, and repairs to foreign companies.
Otherwise, wouldn't the planes they'd bought at the cost of their entire fortunes be dropping out of the sky like dumplings?
Did they really have so much money that they could afford to burn it?
"I hope we make it to Cairo safely!"
Professor Ding Kangyan, an archaeology expert, clasped his hands together.
"Life and death are in the hands of fate, and wealth and honor are decreed by Heaven. The odds of a plane having an accident aren't much higher than those of a train. Don't dwell on it."
Dr. Shao Xinshu, a snake expert, was taking it rather well.
What else could they do if they didn't fly?
Take a car? A train?
In a ramshackle place like Africa, it would probably take months to reach Cairo. The whole journey wouldn't be much easier than Tang Sanzang's pilgrimage to the West.
They'd flown here from Somalia on a regional jet. This time, everyone was riding a turboprop regional airliner for the first time.
Some had flown