Los Angeles 2

I woke up 2 hours later. That was when it came to my instincts that something heavy was lying on me. I glanced sideways. Tracy, my little sister had her head on my shoulder. For a 5 year old, her head was really big for her. I gently lifted her head onto the pillow next to her and started to play some more games on the TV/Game devise on the back seat in front of me.

When the plane was descending, I shoved the my contents deeper into my bag and checked around my chair, searching for more of my properties I might have forgotten. Luckily there was none.

Withen less than 5 minutes, the aircraft has successfully parked and ready for passengers to come off the plane. As we unpacked and entered Los Angeles airport, I wondered whether it was like Melbourne airport. Or it might be different?

Like my guess, Los Angeles airport was indeed like a lot like Tullamarine. A big difference though, was that they had two ceilings, one with a cool design with coloured wool hanging from the top. We made our way to the baggage claim, coming across many security passport checks. After we made it out, we took a bus to some sort of car rental. From there, dad booked a 7 seater car with two booster seats. By the looks of it, it was very expensive. We climbed into the DODGE car and drove off.

My dad found out that the Americans drive on their right. However Australians keep on their left. We drove to our hotel in the crambed car but found ourselves quite lost due to the issue with the GPS. After 2 hours we finally found our hotel, we couldn’t find where the entrance was! We circled around it, unknowing that we had past it several times. Unfortunately dad’s phone was turned off and the owner of our apartment has literally phoned him like 10 times. Luckily, dad finally turned on his IPhone and was shocked to find his phone call app overflowing. He took it and phoned back and we met to follow him to the entrance to the building. Bless God!

We unpacked our belongings and took most of our essential belongings into the apartment. I took the queen sized bed next to my grandparents along with my bag and IPad. As dad and mum went for a shop in the streets, I took out my IPad and began to read Harry Potter on the internet…

After 30 minutes I put my IPad into my bag and yawning, I climbed into bed and fell soundly asleep.

Airport Transfer

Los Angeles 1


Finally, the big day has come. We packed up our last belongings for the trip and waited outside the brick doorsteps. It wasn’t long before the taxi van arrived. The driver climbed out and helped to load the luggage onto the lifter and with a final ‘POOF’, the bags tumbled into the van. What am I talking about of course? We are going on a holiday to Los Angeles.

Dad, Mum, Tracy, Trina, Grandma, Grandpa and I set out on the way to Tullamarine Airport. Dad and Mum talked in Chinese about what we might have forgot. I felt a bit embarrassed about how my parents are behaving, that the driver couldn’t understand what we were saying. But I soon learned not to care, since the driver was also talking foreign. As we entered the Airport at last, Dad said ‘That was so quick!’ I rolled my eyes. ‘That’s because you were talking the whole way here with Mum’, I said. But dad didn’t seem to hear me. He was too busy paying the taxi driver his fees. I turned and walked briskly into the airport. It was crowded. People young and old stalked the paths and counters. The receptionist desk had a long line in front of it. I was so busy examinating, I didn’t hear my parents calling. It was then that I realised that I had been away for far too long. I ran back the way I had come but found my way blocked by a large trolley with a man behind.

He was hooded in the shadows until he walked out. It was dad. I let out my breath. ‘Stop scaring yourself!’ I scolded me. Dad held out his hand and put it on my shoulder. ‘Trevor, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!’  dad said. His tone was like a worried expression. I shook him off. ‘Lets go’, I said like nothings wrong. We took our trolleys and guided them to the drop off area for the bags. As dad shipped them to America, I wondered abut the threats and challenges we might face for this journey. Soon I got bored and took out my IPad and went into the app, My Playgrounds. It was a coding website for kids, and I liked to play on it whenever I was bored.

After like another half an hour, dad wasn’t done. I knew something was wrong, so I went over with my IPad under my arm and asked ‘Dad, what is taking so long?’ He only shook me off. ‘Wait a little while more’ he said, not looking up. I huffed. I walked casually to the bench beside the receptionest and opened my IPAD again.

A hour past. Dad walked over and announced he had escorted the bagages to America. We took our remaining bags and took them to the bag check. After that we went to the gates and took a seat. We were flying to New Zealand first and Transfer on a flight to Los Angelous. There we will be staying for a few more days before we journey to Toronto in Canada.

We boarded our plane and slept for half an hour while watching TV until we arrived there. When we finally arrived at New Zealand, we came out and transferred onto the flight to Los Angeles. The Line was HUGE. It was like a long slithering Basilisk though made of people. Then, when we came to the check in, our mum had taken apples, so they had to confiscate them ( they were illegal to take into another country ).

After that, we boarded the plane to Los Angeles ( 11 hour flight ) and settled down for our dinner ( it was 10 o’clock). The flight attendants was handling out beef casserole and chicken rice bowls. I, personally would choose chicken, but for a change I chose the casserole. After dinner I played on the devise at the back of the seat in front of me.

Within a few hours I was already asleep. I dreamed about King Kong and Godzillas in mine craft…

and also Los Angeles.