When I first heard and later understood the truth of what it meant to travel to the spiritual world via the bus-glider, I had nothing but doubts and reservations about it.
But when the trip that could take us maybe one to two hours by plane stretched first into the entire night and then into the early hours of the morning, I grew to actually quite enjoy this long trip.
The biggest point of all was the absolute comfort of the journey, free of even the slightest bit of turbulence that plagued pretty much every plane flight I'd attended thus far.
Then came the pleasant monotony of the drive, with an absolute lack of turns or twists.