My perfect holiday
As the plane soars into the air I am clinging to my seat trying desperately not to fall out and make a complete fool of myself, though it has never happened and probably never will there is always the fear that it might! Once we reach a good altitude up in the air the plane stops flying at an angle (that I swear is almost vertical) and starts to fly horizontally. With only a few bumps on the journey I am able to catch up on all the sleeping I miss last night due to the pure excitement of seeing the sun, sea and sand! Even though normal I would rather sleep on a nail covered bed in the middle of Antarctica, the small, cold, hard chair seems of little importance as I drift off easily, sleeping properly for the first time in days. When I awake my first though is ‘why on earth do I promise myself that I will never sleep on a plane?’ . . . and then I realise that the airhostesses had covered me in leaflets whilst I was sleeping. What an odd thing to do? If I’m sleeping I am obviously not interested in filling in the questionnaires about the food and cleanness of the plane? As I am complaining to myself I glance over to see my little sister staring at me with wonder as to what on earth I am doing! I lean over and say ‘come on, let’s get the sweets out!’ This is possibly the best bit of the journey, searching through our travel bags for the sweets that we have bought the previous weekend. And, though I always promise myself that I will not eat all of the sweets like I have minutes left to live, in half and hour (as if by magic) I am left with a lap full of wrappers. Then I hear the pilot say that we are just about to land in at least 3 different languages I wait patiently for the most important new, the temperature outside! 27C! Yes! It seems I have not felt the warmth of a double figure temperature in years. Walking off the plane and waiting hours for the bags is always the worst bit of the holiday so I intentionally erase it from my mind! (I do not want to remember this holiday for me waiting in a small dark room with 30 other families for what seems like hours to receive a mountain of clothes that we don’t end up wearing!)
