The people were very demanding, “Bring me a pillow, bring me playing cards” After that day, I was like, “Bring me a gun.” My first angry customer came on in Maui. He was an obese man of about 50 years old and had horrendous sunburn. He had given the flight attendant in the front grief already about the plane being late. He, of course was sitting in my section. I walked by him and he uttered “Gosh, you know what would make me happy, if he these seat were a bit bigger”.
Sadly the airliner turned ninety degrees at the end taxi lane toward the runway positioning the airliner prepared to take off. When the plane accelerated, the engine's thud increased and my heartbeat augmented at the same pace as the engines. The jet gathered speed and took off rapidly providing almost immediately a spectacular sight of my beloved home meanwhile my mother and I sobbed silently. We had left our hearts in the city of our ancestors.
Yet something was nagging at me, I felt deep down that this would just be the beginning. It was slightly overcast and the weather seemed innocent enough, but even from within the gigantic man made structure you could feel the energy of the storm building. I had hope, maybe, just maybe our new flight take off on time. Navigating trams, escalators, moving walkways, and masses of people, bags and wide eyed children in tow, I made my way to our next gate. The Dallas airport is huge, with 5 terminals and 175 gates, so getting there took a while, but e... ... middle of paper ... ...
As we arrived at the airport, I stared in awe at the size and beauty of the place. Just looking at the sheer number of people in the airport overwhelmed me. When traveling by plane, most people are in fear of getting hijacked or the plane crashing, but the main form of fear for me was fear of getting lost at the airports or there being complications with the flight tickets. Although the reasons for my fear were trivial in comparison, they built up a sense of nervousness with me. As I perambulated through the long, tedious, oblique passageway of the edifice into the capacious waiting room, I started quivering in obvious trepidation.
Once we were passed the circus tables my nose was invaded by the smell of food. I looked at the prices of the food and I quickly shut my stomach up. Pro tip while traveling the food at airports is very expensive. My mother and I finally arrived to the gate where Evan my younger brother was to arrive. We waited as one plane landed and passengers walked off of the plan, then the next group of passengers boarded the plane and soon left.
I remember the white taxi van used to transport us to the airport with its incredibly tiny seats, which made getting any sleep impossible. Sitting next to my brother, who was in a very irritable and annoying mood, made this slightly harder. There had been a major accident on the motorway that held me in suspense not knowing whether we would get there in time to catch the flight. When we finally arrived at the airport my brother was ordered to go and find a luggage trolley, which I remember he was very unenthusiastic about doing. The only part of checking in I can remember is when my Gran couldn't understand a word the Pakistani steward said only made worse by my Gran's hearing impediment.
Sam laughs, a beautiful sound, and replies: “You have been sleeping for three hours! You must have been exhausted.” “Jet lag tends to do that to a person.” I say with a sarcastic tone, pushing my messy hair out of my face. “Is something important happening that I’m missing, or what’s the hurry?” “Oh, um, dinner’s in ten minutes.” Sam says, looking a bit flushed. I nod and sit up, swinging my legs off the couch. I see Sam get up from his perch next to the couch, and he extends his hand.
You could see the foot wide crack on the airport, which was a challenge for pilots to counter. We took off at five past eleven sharp, and that’s when I realised how lucky this escape had been. The whole bird’s eye view of the Andaman had changed. You could clearly understand wide streams of black water having flown in into the mainland. Before I could realise further I fell asleep on my father’s lap.
“Eric, we’ve been trying to keep this a secret from you, but now is the time to tell you. Early Tomorrow morning, we’re getting on a big plane, and going to China!” Page 2 Eric was so excited that he didn’t even know what to say. He got up, hugged both of his parents, and spent the entire time at Chinatown thrilled about the trip he was taking the next day. In fact, his mind was so stuck on how excited he was that he was going to China, he forgot to take the fortune out of his cookie, and accidentally ate the small piece of paper. Eric’s alarm woke him up the next morning, and it was so early that it was still dark outside.
After getting our luggage stowed into the under carriage of the bus and everyone was seated and buckled in, we departed for our first hotel. The shock that cam with the feeling of driving what felt the wrong side of the road, soon passed as our tour guide immersed us in tales of Great Britain’s rich heritage. The hotel itself was historic in nature, it was small and old, yet quite exquisite. Standing beneath the gold leafed roof, we began split up into our rooming groups. Three classmates in one small room, “I’m sure this will be interesting.” I thought to my self as I strode into the elevator.