So one thing that is a substantial part of many astronomers’ lives is travel. Travel to observatories, to visit colleagues, to meetings. And believe me, astronomers know how to create meetings: meeting to talk about telescope designs, meetings to select telescope observing proposals, meetings to talk about telescope results.

At the Extreme Solar Systems meeting in Santorini, Greece
A lot of my non-astronomer friends think this is very exotic - jet setting off to remote reaches of the globe to commune with the far reaches of nature or members of the intellectual elite1. And, after a fashion, it can be - locations of telescopes tend to be extreme; meetings can end up being held at truly picturesque settings. Yet, for every sunset in Tahiti I’ve seen because of an astronomy meeting (zero, actually) I can think of a dozen (or 30, actually) musty motel rooms in some strip mall outside Cleveland that smell of a persistent violation of its “no smoking” placards and have distressing growths in the corners of the bathroom.
Also, it’s peculiar how the term ‘jet set’ seems blissfully divorced from the actual modern experience of jet travel. One thing should be crystal clear: astronomers don’t get business class tickets bought for them - it’s economy all the way, baby, whether it is the one hour between San Francisco and LA, or the 14 between Paris and Santiago. If you’re lucky you can get an exit row seat, but usually you’re pretzeled into some seat watching re-runs of “Mr. Deeds” on some distant, old tube TV that seems to have its color balance shot.
So my most recent trip did nothing but add insult to injury - or perhaps more accurately, injury to insult. I was coming from Munich to Santiago, for some meetings in Santiago that will be followed by a conference in the area as well. The journey involves a plane change in Sao Paolo, with a ’short’ ~4 hour flight then on to Santiago. On that flight, about halfway to Santiago, we hit turbulence.
Now turbulence is not something that makes me squeamish - though I’m of course sympathetic that few people share that placid attitude towards the bump-and-shake of some moderately unstable air. Growing up in Seattle, you see on childhood tours of the Boeing plant the torture rigs they build for accelerated lifecycle testing of aircraft where a plane, held in its entirety in a giant steel right, has its wings repeatedly pushed and pulled up and down, over and over, to simulate years of life quickly. The real kicker is that, at the end of over 40 years of simulated life, they test to failure - and the wings easily head toward a full 90 degree angle before breaking. So structural integrity has never worried me.
But this was turbulence of a kind that I, in over 15 years of sustained astronomer travel, had never seen. We’re talking anything-not-tied-down-hits-ceiling turbulence; sustained negative G’s turbulence; damage to aircraft interior turbulence. Broken bone turbulence (ok, a pinky, but broken nonetheless). Pretty amazing stuff - fortunately I had my seatbelt on, and it strained mildly to keep me in my seat as I rose off of it. More fortunately, a meal had just been served - hear me out on this: it made for a tremendous mess, but at the same time, most everyone was seated because of it, and people were even by and large wearing their seat belts.

A big fat mess after the turbuluence tossed us around
We ended up with trays and eggs and tomatoes and yogurt on the floor (the meal service had been breakfast - my orange juice was a particular decorative addition to my attire) and a large number of older Chilean women praying loudly. Our flight crew - at least one of which had the aforementioned broken pinky - were clearly surprised as well but quickly and professionally worked to calm the passengers and clean up the aftermath.
So anyway, yes, its true - there can be the exotic travel to remote parts of the globe. But it can be pretty damn messy, too.
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1“Elite” is, unfortunately, a term that has denigrated a bit over the years into pejorative connotations. I rather like it myself, since I find its use in reference to scientists is one that is rooted in meritocratic values.
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