What up bloggers?
I just had my flights, and I'd like to tell you a bit about them! I flew Delta all the way until Sydney, and then flew Virgin Aus to Perth - all in all it was an adventure in itself.
I started Tuesday morning at 6AM and drove to the Toronto airport with my mom and her sister. After saying goodbye - which was harder than I thought - I went through customs, dropped off my bags, and went to chill in the airport. I got on my first flight which took me to Atlanta, Georgia.
Before I had left, my mother told me that Atlanta was the largest airport in the world... I didn't believe her, but sure enough, she was dead right. They had 6 or something terminals, all connected by this underground walkway with a train. I arrived there at around 2PM and had to wait until 7PM for my next flight; I killed the time by watching movies and walking around. For fun, I decided to walk from one side of the airport to another... I cheated and used moving walkways the whole time, and it still took me 30 minutes to do so - it was ridiculous.
Anyways, boarded my next flight to LAX, and it was pretty cool. It was a 4 hour flight which was an hour late, so it wasn't that bad, but because of the time difference I got into LA at about 9PM.
I barely got to spend any time in the LA airport, but I did go to a McDonalds and ordered a cheeseburger and fries. I had a conversation with the guy working there that went something like this...
"Welcome to McDonalds, what would you like?"
"Can I get a cheeseburger with just ketchup, medium fries and a small drink?"
"Would you like 3 cheeseburgers?"
"It's the same price as one"
"... uhhh.... sure... why not?"
So I eat my three cheeseburgers, wondering when the heart attack is going to go down, and immediately have to board my next plane to Sydney.
I met a pretty cool girl on the plane named Alyssa, my age, in the same program, and some insane man with his family sat in the middle of us. I spent the entire flight having food, passports, tissues, and small children being passed over my lap... fantastic. After 15 hours of that, I made it to Sydney, and chilled in the airport for a bit with Alyssa. We met some other people, and this insane lady who tried to convince us to go in a different line with her (when we were really in the right line)... don't know what happened to her.
She took off to Tasmania for her exchange, and I chilled around the Sydney airport trying not to fall asleep.
My last flight to Perth was 5 hours, and pure torture. I was so tired, but despite having two seats to myself, could not sleep. It was the most uncomfortable I've ever been on a plane, but the plane itself was very comfortable, the staff were nice, and the TVs in the seats had views from the front and bottom of the plane - which was insanely cool.
I'm not looking forward to doing it again, but that's a year from now, and I might book a more direct flight, or take my time going home stopping off in some places.