22.6.08 Sunday Rarotonga, Cook Islands
Hey, all.
It’s day one and I’m on a tiny island with my laptop, isn’t that sad? I get to tell you all about my boring plane ride! But let me start back just a little bit. So, we left the house, which was really sad and almost got me crying. FYI for those of you that don’t know, I won’t be coming back for six months.
I can’t remember what happened at the airport. Let me ask my parents. Oh, just a second. Another thing. We’re really light packers. Like really light. We NEVER check bags because there’s a good chance that they won’t get where we’re going. But we had five bags not including our carry-ons. Sad, right? But it is for six months.
Not much happened before the flight. We started reading The Host, which is by Stephanie Meyer, who wrote Twilight. Jtlyk (just to let you know), it’s okay. Not brilliant, just okay. The flight, as you might have guessed, was dull. I drew some and I think I slept. I don’t remember what else because I’m pretty sure I didn’t read, but I swore I was awake. Maybe I was reading. I don’t remember.
Oh, by the way. Our flight was like a half hour late. No biggy, right? WRONG! We were flying to LA. Here’s a list of problems and mistakes. 1) We didn’t know where we were going when we got off the plane. 2) No one was helpful. We asked like five people. 3) Mom was really tense. There was a lot of running. 4) The bus that was supposed to take us from terminal 7 to terminal 2 took forever. 5) They told us we weren’t going to have to leave the airport and therefore wouldn’t have to go through security and therefore wouldn’t need our boarding passes (which would get us through security) until we got to the flight, where we would pick them up at the desk. Haha, very funny. We had to leave the airport. 6) That place is huge and crowded. It’s impossible to get anywhere fast.
So, mom’s freaking out as we get to the main desk to pick up our tickets (fyi, this was before we went back through security. We weren’t at our flight yet). There was only like four people in line and I had already decided at that point that we would be missing our flight and I was debating whether we should stay in LA or fly to Auckland. My parents interrupted the customer who was at the main desk asking something about our flight. I wasn’t listening. The air plane attendant or whatever you want to call him told us to wait, go figure.
Finally get up the main desk and guess what? Flights been rescheduled to tomorrow morning. Probably good for us because no way were we getting to the plane on time. So, got free rooms, breakfast and dinner at the Hilton. Blah blah blah. I’m going to skip that night because it’s not interesting. But backing up a second back to the air plane attendant.
(This is going to sound really girlish so bear with me). So, this guy had a New Zealand accent and I’ve got to tell you, it was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. But here’s the really depressing part. I got a complete story idea from this guy that we only talked to for like ten minutes and I only said one word to, which I’m sure he didn’t hear. And the other thing is, the I didn’t just get the idea from him, the main character is based off him. I’m so weird.
