I didn't know it went that far north; here, it mainly manifests itself as rained mud on the cars and terrace furniture.
My worst flying experience - once up there, which is not the same as my worst flying experience before we were up there - was one March when we flew from England to Lanzarote to shoot the Glayva Liqueur calendar: we ran into a sandstorm that lasted for days after arrival. My fear was based on my first pro photography job when I worked as a trainee in an aero-engine manufacturing company. We did a lot of photography work with broken turbine blades and damaged flame tubes.
No wonder I enjoyed driving a lot more than flying.
Rob