My ex-mother in law was a slightly nervous flyer. When my ex graduated college she took him on a tour of the far East, and the visited Hong Kong, flying into the old airport, the one in the centre of the city that you had to dodge tower blocks to fly into. She said as they were on final approach, she looked out of the window, into an apartment block window, and saw someone doing their ironing. This was not made any easier by the news that the best pilots got to choose their routes, and never chose Hong Kong as it was so tricky. So the trickiest landing was being done by the worst pilots!