As I was waiting to board the plane in Singapore, I noticed a lot of people wearing cheap and olf clothing, and thong too. I knew straight away that they were Australians. They looked like the type of people who would play air guitar.
On the plane, the cabin crew gave out passenger cards to the people who were to depart at Melbourne. We were to show these cards to Customs, for these cards would show them what we were carrying. The weird thing was that my father and I got our cards about 45 minutes before we landed. The man next to me got his two or three hours before us!
Well, after being fed to death with airline food like a fatted calf (seriously, if I really was a cow and in the same condition, I would have begged the farmer to shoot me), we went swiftly through Passport Control. Now we went to Baggage Claim to get our luggage on those big conveyer belts. We must have stayed there for something like 15 or 20 minutes before we picked up our luggage. Then we went through Customs and out of the airport.
It was 12:30 am Sunday. My dad's friend and buisness partner was to pick us up, but they weren't here. My dad called them on his mobile phone. Apparently, they thought we were coming TOMORROW morning. I learnt afterwards that on the airline's website, they said that there was no plane landing at Melbourne that morning. The site appparently had failed to include the Melbourne stopover, for the plane we were on was heading for Auckland, New Zealand.
Well, as soon as I got home, I was pretty much exhausted. After a couple of days rest, I went back to school. Back to routine. Back to work.
After what I went through, schoolwork will be nothing!
Written 7th of October 2003
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