$800 stomach pumping, courtesy Denali Air. Our 65-minute flight on Denali Air was supposed to be the highlight of our trip, but we became so motion sick it ruined the whole day.
My husband started vomiting within minutes of takeoff, filling the cabin with the stench of vomit for everyone else. He just puked and puked. I felt AWFUL. There was nothing I could do to help him. I sobbed. I wanted to die. I'm pretty sure he was halfway dead himself.
I'm a roller coaster fanatic. I've never been motion sick in my entire life, but about 40 minutes into the flight I started to feel... nauseated? What? Me? Well, between the planet that never stopped dipping and climbing, and the atrocious stench of my husband's puke filling the cabin, I suppose it made sense.
The last thing I managed to do was cram my camera and phone into the seat pocket in front of me before a torrent of vomit exploded from my own mouth. For the last 20 minutes of the flight, my husband and I puked in unison. On the bright side, at least we landed!
So, getting insanely air sick could have happened on anyone's flight. What happened NEXT was entirely up to Denali Air - no refunds, no sympathy, just encouragement to "fly again" some day!
Uh, no. Denali Air sucks.
I'm glad other reviewers had such a great time, but we didn't see anything except yellow vomit in the grocery bags over our laps. The lack of any refund from Denali Air, partial or otherwise, was just insult to injury. I feel bad for the other passengers who had to smell our barf for an hour, but at least the plane was loud enough to drown out our screams and groans.
Our afternoon was spent in Glitter Gulch re-learning how to walk without heaving, and we both had scratchy throats and sore chests for days afterwards.
PS: The soda machine at the air strip doesn't work and they don't refund the money you put into it, so don't expect your dollar back or anything to wash the vomit out of your throat.