I flew to New Zealand in 1998 and, as we crossed the Tasman, we caught the tail end of a hurricane, further north. We were bouncing all over the sky and the young Japanese girl beside me was getting progressively more agitated. Finally she said, "Excuse me, but are we going to..." and with her hand she pantomimed diving into the sea. I said, "No. Were fine. It's been like this every time I've flown across here." Yeah, Right, It was my first time but she didn't need to know that.
Fortunately we all survived.