Day Trip to India

Taylor McCafferty

I remember a time when I was on holiday in Kent, with my mum, dad and my sister, and we had plans to go to Italy one day.

We had to get up at 3am and get ready. It was horrible. I hated getting up being really tired and having to get ready. My sister took ages to get dressed and washed, which was annoying because we had to wait on her. We had to leave at 5, because our flight was at six thirty and we only needed to use the online check in and get to security.

It took an hour or so to get to the Airport, The car journey was so boring, plus it was still quite dark outside, so you couldn't really look outside at anything interesting. I spent my time listening to my iPod, which got a bit boring after a while. I started to stare at the Satellite Navigation which told you how the long the estimated time of the journey would be left would be. It seemed like a minute was an hour! After what seemed like, a good couple of hours, but what was really only less than one, we arrived. My dad dropped us off at the front of the airport and he went to park the car.

Whilst we were waiting for my dad to come back, we were standing outside one of the terminals. It was quite amusing watching all the people walking in and out of the airport in a rush to catch their flight or just loitering around waiting to go and check in. It as now about six o'clock and we only needed to go through security so the timing would be okay.

We went straight to the security place because my dad has already got the boarding passes. It was really busy, although it didn't take long to get through. We all put our stuff up and we walked through the metal detectors, everything was fine including the bags, except from when my mums bag went through and the bleeping went off. Her bag got taken off to the side, waiting to get checked. We had to wait until my mum's bag got checked, it took ages, they checked other bags before ours. They eventually checked it, but my mum was sure she didn't have anything to set it off. It was about quarter past six by now. I thought considering we only needed to get up to the plane it would be fine. The finished searching my mum's bag and it turned out she had a pair of scissors! She was so embarrassed, it was quite funny though.

We were looking at the screens which told us where to go, my sister said she seen our flight and told us the gate number, so we headed there. We had to take a train to get to the gate, so we got on it and it took us there. We got up, and got to the gate number. I was getting worried because it was about half past now, so I was scared we had maybe missed it. We got to the gate, and the screen said something else, not 'Italy'. I got really worried now. We spoke to someone who worked there and they told us the flight to Italy was at another gate! I was so gutted.

They offered us another flight, but for two hundred pounds each. My dad said it didn't matter. We went back to the apartment, and then later that day we went to France instead, however, it was nothing like Italy would have been.