A Weird Little Blog: My Trip - Part One, Thursday

I have had the most eventful and amazing trip to Indonesia ever! I tell you all about it right now!
I've cut this trip blog post in a few parts, because it'll be very long if I put it on one column thingy. I know myself I'm not such a fan of long blog posts...
Here we goo!


- Thursday
First things first. My Dad and I rushed to the airport, because we were in a hurry. Turns out we turned up around two and a half hours to early, *facepalm*
Well, at least we won't be late, right?
So we checked in and we took some kind of train thingy to the terminal. We went inside the gates and we walked around.
Another thing to note: I am actually really scared of the airport security dudes. Not the best thing in that very situation...
Moving along. We stopped by Dunkin' Donuts (at that time, I hadn't had doughnuts like that in over two years, it is a very important highlight!) I chose the Cinnamon Roll and some other chocolate doughnut to be my most valuable possession for the next five minutes (am I exaggerating? Nah.)


We boarded the aeroplane after a few moments, when I started feeling anxious. As I've said airports and planes aren't my best friends. Fast forward...
I talked a lot during the flight to my Dad. I read a book. I talked to my "imaginary friend" (those things are fun, don't judge...). I listened to the best music of all time (Pentatonix, I am like obsessed). And mostly I curled up in a ball, hugged my sweater tightly and slept. Yes, I slept. I mean it was around nine o' clock. And aeroplanes make me tired. Enough said.


Once we arrived we left via the departure area, so we couldn't find my Dad's friends. Eventually we had to buy a telephone number to call them.
One of these dudes was driving. Uhhh, I suppose it was kind of scary now that I looked back at it. Driving in Indonesia is kind of scary... But I didn't care, as long as I could sleep.
They brought us to my aunt's house. I had a little bit of food there, showered and slept (again, Nin? Really? I am the sleeping type). My Dad and his friends went out (I have absolutely no idea what they did), and my Dad came home at around two o' clock...


Part two out tomorrow (or anytime soon)!
Bye,
Nin
Also I did not barf up my doughnuts in neither flights! Good thing too, because I didn't see any barf bag in sight...