We don’t always end up where we intended in life. Sometimes, we are made to divert long before reaching our final destination. Other times we may complete the journey only to find the airport is closed on arrival, forcing us to divert at the last moment.

Whether it’s some kind of emergency or our own health that forces us to come back to earth, the reasons are often out of our control. Sometimes, however, we divert because we realise the flight we’re on isn’t taking us where we want to go. We admit the journey itself isn’t what we wanted after all.

This can be a difficult decision to make when you’re already cruising at a comfortable level. A level that you worked hard to reach. The thought of coming back to earth and climbing back up again can be off-putting. Any decision to divert – especially if the possibility of continuing exists – shouldn’t be taken lightly.

I’ve had thoughts about diverting from my profession for a while now. A decade of long-haul flying has taken its toll. I realise that another decade in this job might cost me significantly – if it hasn’t already. The risk to my health is something that plagues my mind. 

I haven’t left yet because, well, I’m also scared of what might happen if I do. I’m scared about what a career change might mean for my children, for the quality of life I can provide for them. I’ve also been comfortable. 

My job – pre-pandemic, at least – has been decent. It’s not only paid the bills but allowed me to have a wonderful lifestyle. I have traveled the world many times over. Outside of work, at least, it has given me everything I wanted. Although I despise flying through the night, I do enjoy flying aeroplanes. 

For all of the above, I told myself to keep going. To grit it out and get my command first. Achieve that, collect my four bars, and then move on. That way, I’ll have achieved everything I wanted and still have time left on the clock to pursue something else.

I figured this would also allow me to work towards a second career in my spare time – to make for an easier transition before I close this chapter of my life. 

That was the flight plan. 

Unfortunately, things have changed. The journey has become much more turbulent. The ride is approaching unbearable. The forecast at destination is looking increasingly dicey too. 

Hong Kong’s strict zero cases policy has come at an extreme cost for the aircrew. The government has handed us a prison sentence. If we break that sentence – for so much as going outside to get some fresh air – they may well send us to prison. 

The burden on our mental health has been immense. To give you one statistic: our crew body spent over 73,000 days in isolation last year. That’s the equivalent of 200 years in prison. 

The truth is, there is no life here for aircrew at the moment. So long as this madness persists, there is no escaping it either. Getting home is an impossible task because of the quarantine restrictions coming back in. 

We’re boxed in. The choice is to either stay and endure or leave for good – to divert sooner than intended. At the moment, I’m weighing the cost of security in the form of a pay cheque against my mental and physical health. Also, against the cost of not leaving a place I feel an increasing dissonance towards.

But what is the cost of one’s aliveness anyway? What is the price of feeling free? Must we not make enormous sacrifices for it? Do my children not need that more? Do they not need to see me make those sacrifices even? To understand if you value freedom, a pay cheque can often work against you. 

The truth is – you know it – the decision in my heart has already been made. Right now, I’m in the process of formulating a plan before I execute my diversion – just short of the destination I had in mind. 

I am scared. 

I realise it’s ok to acknowledge that. But, like Winston Churchill once said, you have to be willing to leave the shore to explore new oceans. Of course, that’s going to leave you stranded at sea for a while. 

But, that’s exactly what an adventure is. The human spirit can only be made in adventure. Provided I back myself to navigate the tricky waters ahead, I believe I can teach my children something that no amount of money ever will: what it really means to live. 

There is no greater reason to divert than that.


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Should Vaccinations Be Mandatory?

(DISCLAIMER: I’m not a medical healthcare professional. Please read my disclaimers page here)

With the obvious exception for those who have legitimate medical reasons, I believe that making vaccinations mandatory for COVID-19, in the current climate, can be ethically justified.

Now, to be clear, there’s a difference between mandatory vaccinations – where certain penalties are levied on you for not complying – versus compulsory vaccinations – where someone forcibly jams a needle in your arm. 

My argument is for mandatory vaccinations, not compulsory vaccinations. 

In ordinary times I would have said that education and encouraging people through other incentives is the best course of action – especially in the long run. And we certainly shouldn’t stop trying to do that, but we don’t live in ordinary times do we? 

We live in extraordinary times.

Refusing to get vaccinated is like drink-driving.

My feeling is, getting vaccinated is the covid equivalent of wearing a seatbeltIt doesn’t mean that you won’t get in a car accident – it doesn’t mean you won’t get killed either – but it’ll give you a MUCH GREATER chance of survival if you do.

Of course, seatbelts are required by law for this reason.

To give you some numbers, this summer approximately 100,000 people died from covid in America. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention identified just 2,900 people who were vaccinated among those 100,000. During the same time period vaccination rates surpassed 50%.

Another study from the C.D.C. that was published in September found that after Delta became the dominant variant, unvaccinated people were more than 10 times as likely to die of the virus as the vaccinated were. (Check out his article for more details.)

Of course, it would be one thing if the non-vaccinated only placed their own lives at greater risk. But that’s not the case.

If you kill yourself because you refuse to wear a seatbelt, it probably won’t cost others their lives. But if you catch covid because you refuse to get vaccinated, it may well cost those who otherwise would have been spared.

I would argue not getting vaccinate is worse than refusing to wear a seatbelt for this reason.

And those who refuse to get vaccinated are making it worse for everybody else. Transmissions, hospitalisations, severe illness and death are all higher among the non-vaccinated. The chances of mutations are also higher in the unvaccinated.

And so, of course, we have renewed waves and lockdown measures. But, if the plan is to prevent people from driving every time we have these waves, why are we letting drink-drivers off the hook?

I certainly agree that stopping people from driving before the seatbelt was invented was the right move. But now that seatbelt has been invented? Now that it’s been well tested for safety standards? Now that we’ve had the time to adminster them to the majority of the population? (I’m guessing this is true for most affluent nations.)

Has the time not come to make them law?

Article 2 of the Human Rights Act in the United Kingdom is the right to life.

It actually states “the Government should take appropriate measures to safeguard life by making laws to protect you and, in some circumstances, by taking steps to protect you if your life is at risk.”

A zero-crash policy where seatbelts are optional 

The main argument against is one of personal liberty. The argument that making them mandatory would be an infringement of one’s individual rights.

It’s worth pointing out, the same argument was made by those who opposed the introduction of seatbelt laws in the 1980’s.

But what about our collective rights? What about our collective freedoms?

Strictly speaking, any law that tells you must or must not do something is an infringement of one’s personal liberties. But there’s a reason why driving under the influence isn’t allowed by law. That’s because it puts other people’s lives at risk.

There is no greater infringement to one’s freedoms and rights than death.

Ironically, the only individual choice that people have left here in Hong Kong, when it comes to fighting COVID-19, is whether we choose to get vaccinated or not. With this odd exception, we have some of the strictest measures in place anywhere in the world.

I almost wonder if it’s not deliberate?

The pandemic has provided the perfect opportunity to enact some extremely shady laws here. It’s allowed the government to put the shutters up at the same time. 

The government have said they won’t open up without higher vaccination rates. But those rates – like elsewhere in the world – are starting to plateau. 

It seems to me, without making vaccinations mandatory, we are stuck in limbo. 

We are imprisoned. 

It’s disheartening to know that many of my fellow prisoners are happy with this arrangement. They say, “Why would I wear a seatbelt if there are no accidents here?”

But the only way to maintain what is, effectively, a zero-crash policy where seatbelts are optional, is to severely restrict the liberties of the aircrew body. The very drivers those prisoners depend on. 

Of course, vaccinations are mandatory for aircrew. I got mine as soon as I could back in March this year. I just had my third booster shot. I naively thought this would lead to greater freedoms. Sadly, the restrictions imposed upon us have only gotten worse. 

Much worse. 

Recently over 200 people – made up of crew plus their families – were thrown into a government isolation camp after three pilots tested positive on return from Germany. These were the first pilot’s to test positive this year following 140,000 negative test results. 

Despite this exemplary record, the government decided to impose a host of new restrictions on top of our existing ones. To the point where it’s now getting very hard to have a life outside of our own apartments.

I might add, that trio who tested positive were later fired for what was deemed a “serious breach of protocol.”

When you refuse to take responsibility for your freedoms you lose them.

I don’t bring this up for a vote of sympathy, but to give you an idea what things are like when your freedoms really have been impinged. But also, to make a point about equality.

Mandates are already in place in much of the world. They’re nothing new. Many frontline workers – medical care professional and the like – have already been mandated. I am part of that group. 

Although I object to many of the draconian measures my Government have placed on the aircrew here, mandating vaccinations is not one of them. They don’t want aircrew to be drinking and driving on the job. I felt that was more than fair.

But, so long as our misery persists, so long as a significant proportion of the vulnerable remain unvaccinated, so long as we are made to wait for that to happen, I feel like the aircrew and other frontline staff have been extremely hard done by.

I don’t believe it is fair, in light of the circumstance, in light of a pandemic where we are all drivers, that the mandate should only apply to frontline workers. 

I think those who protest their right not to get vaccinated would do well to remember all those frontline staff – those worst affected by this thing, those who are are simply getting on with it and trying to save lives – who have had already had mandates issued against them. 

In my eyes, in the name of equality, a mandate that is applied to the whole population is fair. One that is only issued to those groups who are worst affected isn’t.

I’ll make one last point: Getting vaccinated is a vote for freedom.

If you ask me, those protesting the right to not get vaccinated aren’t fighting for freedom. They’re fighting for a false idea of what they believe freedom means. 

Many people mistake freedom for this idea that they can do whatever they like free from responsibility. But the paradox of freedom is that you must take responsibility for it, otherwise you lose it. 

If that choice only relates to your own freedoms that’s one thing, but when they effect everybody else’s, we’ve got problems. 

If you drive without a seatbelt you risk the consequences, but if you drive while under the influence… I think we can all agree that’s unacceptable.

We should try to protect as many lives as we possibly can. But, in the name of freedom, I believe we must protect the right to drive as well. 

That choice should be given to those willing to do so responsibly. But for those who refuse, perhaps they deserve to have their licenses revoked?

What do you think?


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You can also find him on Medium at: https://anxiouspilot2.medium.com

Or on Twitter at: @AnxiousPilot


A couple of weeks ago, just past midnight on July 5th, I took off out of Hong Kong, flew across the Pacific Ocean, crossed the International date line and arrived in Los Angeles at 10pm on July 4th. 

There are few approaches during my ten year career I can think as memorable as that one. It was like descending into a war zone. Thousands upon thousands of fireworks going off as far as the eye could see. A lurid display, the likes of which I’ve never seen. We descended right over the city with fireworks going off either side as we came into land. What an entrance it was!

What you Americans were celebrating, of course, was your independence. You were celebrating what that independence stands for: freedom. As I reflected on this, while forced to quarantine in an airport hotel room for the next 48 hours, I started to feel homesick. It’s a feeling I’ve been having a great deal recently. Which is strange, given Hong Kong is the place I call home. Given “home” is the one place I’ve actually been able to spend time in. So what’s going on? Why, exactly, have I been feeling homesick? 

Part of the reason is I’ve felt imprisoned at home in Hong Kong. While I get to be with my wife and kids (something I’m extremely grateful for), I’ve never felt further from the rest of my family in the UK and elsewhere. This is because Hong Kong’s strict quarantine restrictions, although successful in keeping the place safe, have made it nigh-on impossible to see them. I’m also someone who has always felt “at home” while travelling. I like to think of the world as my home. I love nothing more than exploring it. The inability to do that has, well, hit home for me.

With that aside, the main reason I’ve been feeling so homesick is because I’m heartbroken. When I think about the changes that Hong Kong has undergone politically – this past year especially – the place that I have long called home simply isn’t the same. Freedom of speech has been stifled and many are living in fear. Many have fled as a result. Many others are planning to. You can feel it too. They have taken a stick to Hong Kong. Just like beating a child, its spirit has been crushed. 

One of the main reasons I write under a pseudonym is because of what’s going on here. Whether my paranoia is justified or not I don’t know, but the fear is real. Many people have been arrested for speaking out. Colleagues of mine have been let go because of comments made on social media. One of Hong Kong’s biggest Independent papers was shut down just a few weeks ago. The nails being hammered into the coffin keep coming. Make no mistake about it, 2047 has come early. Hong Kong’s special position as a bridge between East and West – a place that once reflected the best of both – has been broken. 

Sometimes I still feel like a local Hong Konger. I’ve spent most of my life here after all. There is no place on this planet I know more intimately. A place that has given me so much. Hong Kong will always hold a special place in my heart for that reason. Yet, nowadays, I feel increasingly removed from it. 

Of course I have always been, and remain, an expatriate. Never a “true-blue” local. The plus side to that is I have options. I don’t have to stay here in Hong Kong. I can leave if I want to. It’s this question in particular – whether or not I should – that has really been plaguing my mind. 

I liken it to being stuck in that hotel room on July 4th. There was nothing stopping me form walking out that door. The only reason I didn’t was because of what my head was telling me. That I could get fired or contract COVID… My head was telling me that it’s best to be safe. It’s best to stay put. My heart, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to say, “fuck this”, and walk straight out of that hotel room door and join the celebrations. 

I’m homesick because I don’t feel at home in Hong Kong anymore. My values have diverged from the place. Yet my head is telling me to stay put. Not to leave the security of my job, my pay check, etc. However my heart is longing for somewhere (and something) else. They say that home is where the heart is. I get it now. Home is where your heart feels it belongs. My sense of belonging here has been eroded. I don’t believe it will be long before I gather my belongings and head straight out the door for good.

Freedom, is calling me home.

(Thanks for reading everyone. This post got me thinking about the meaning of home. Let me ask, what does home mean to you? For someone who has always felt “at home” on the road, the pandemic has, paradoxically, left me feeling homesick. I’m curious if many of you have felt the same way? As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts.)


You can find more of AP2’s writing here at: https://pointlessoverthinking.com