This young boy is so incredibly lucky to have survived his flight as a stowaway in a plane’s wheel well from California to Hawaii.
Some others haven’t been so lucky:
When I was young the notion of being a stowaway seemed a romantic one, with travel and excitement being the dream. The word still conjurs up images of freckle-faced orphans sneaking up the gangways, clambering into life boats aboard glamourous ocean liners, taking rations from left-over room service trays and bathing in the swimming pools under cover of moonlight.
However, sadly this week I first heard about the practice of wheel-hub stowaways. It seems these poor, desperate people literally stuff themselves into the hub of the aeroplane wheels in the hope they will be whisked away to a better world. Those who don’t drop out of the sky upon approach to an airport – unconscious because of lack of oxygen – simply freeze to death in the high altitudes with no protection.
This is not a new phenomenon, according to the article just re-posted here – http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-19562101, between the years of 1947 and…
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