... I was watching some video's of the airport there and then chatted with Mr. Wallace who said he has landed there several times. It was listed as the most dangerous airport in the world...
On a backpacking trip in Nepal, my wife and I took a flight to Lukla, a village in the Khumbu region, in the late 80s before the airstrip was paved. The weather was really bad and we were the only non-Nepalis on the small plane. We thought we were going to die, but at least we weren't screaming like the other passengers.
It was early February and the only other passengers were six Sherpa ladies (with bags of stuff from Kathmandu) and a monk. Before takeoff, the stewardess offered us hard candies and cotton balls on a tray. The Sherpa women were passing around a flask and putting cotton in their ears. From our seat, we could see straight ahead into the cockpit and through the windshield of the plane since the curtain divider was open.
It was very cloudy and the ride was a bit bumpy until we got over the last ridge and were approaching the airstrip which was halfway up the mountain across the valley. Then it got extremely bumpy. The plane started bucking up and down, and a chorus of screaming began. I could see a little vertical line on the dark mountain ahead which was the airstrip, but it kept moving out of view upward, downward, to the right and left. The screaming continued non-stop, despite the monk's attempts to calm everyone, and my wife and I were regretting not putting some cotton in our ears, too. But we were also scared.
The plane kept bucking and several of the women seated behind me actually reached forward and grasped onto the fleece jacket I was wearing, holding tightly and still screaming, sorta pinning me to my seat. Maybe they thought they could escape unharmed with me? I don't know.
The airstrip got much larger in the windshield, but didn't stop moving around. It seems like the pilot made the plane stall at the last second, and the stall alarm went off right before we made a hard bump, a few tipping bounces, hard braking uphill, and a final fishtail of the plane not far from the rock wall at the end of the runway. The screaming stopped and we all disembarked, gathered our gear, and continued our journeys. Surreal.
That evening my wife and I took a little hike completely around the airstrip. Below the dropoff end of the airstrip, concealed in the bushes, were some big pieces of airplane fuselage (with the airline logo covered by spray paint).