I know how you feel. Greg has a trip to Germany coming up and I used to live there. I really want to go too but I hate flying that far so much I may very well not. It's 24 hours of fear (just at take-off and landing and flying over Afghanistan), boredom, discomfort, and the sort of claustrophobia I get when squashed next to strangers (I usually sit on the aisle at the cinema). Is it worth it, I ask myself.