There's something really uncanny about sitting in a front row (like, first 5 or so) of an airplane while most of the windows are closed. Not that airplanes provide much sense of place while traveling in general, but without even a little information from a window you may as well feel like you've just stopped into the world's jankiest teleporter. I'd have just as easily believed at any point we'd found ourselves vanished into another reality at any moment
