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Flight to Cyprus

Arriving in Kyrenia/Girne, Cyprus

Our adventure began on the 29th, exactly as planned. We left our house at six in the morning (gasp!) and went to the airport. We went through baggage check easily, and waited to board. We brought all our luggage as carry-on, so we had to squish our clothes up and lug everything around, which was unfortunate considering that my suitcase doesn’t have wheels.
The first flight was great. One hour to St. Louis on a little plane; I don’t know what kind, the kind with 18 rows and three seats in each row. We landed in St. Louis, and boarded another plane of the same sort, but with more leg room. That one was two hours, and we flew to Raleigh-Durham in Raleigh North Carolina.
After four or six hours in Raleigh, we boarded the big plane; a 777. The take of was pretty unimpressive because I couldn’t see out any of the windows; we were all in the middle. But then we thought it was pretty cool; they had movies on our personal TV’s, and a choice of music, and so forth. Also, they had four bathrooms! We don’t even have that in our house, But of course we don’t have as many people to wait in line. That flight was six hours to London, and we were going to sleep on that one and stay awake all the way to Cyprus to help adjust to jet lag. But, light sleeper as I am, I was only able to doze off once or twice while I watched a diagram of our air plane approaching London on the big screen and listened to golden oldies with two heavy-sleeping sisters konked out on either side of me. Nonetheless, we were all chipper in the morning when we had British tea with cream and landed in London! But we took one look outside, saw that the clouds were just as cloudy, the grass was just as grassy, the trees were just as treeish, and the sky was just as blue as America, so we decided we were gypped and went back home. Just kidding!
We spent most of our layover in London standing in line at the Immigration Passport Control, because the line was about fifty billion miles long. But then we got our passports stamped, so it was worth it.
After spending some time wandering around the vast Gatwick airport, we boarded a 737 to Turkey. It was with the Kipris Turk airlines (Cyprus Turkish) so all the announcements were made first in Turkish, then in English that was just as unintelligible. We flew over Europe, and except for the channel, part of France, and later what I think was the black sea, it was all an endless desert of cloud as far as the eye can see. This was too bad because we could have seen some really cool things, except they didn’t allow cameras on at all. When we landed in Turkey, more than half the passengers removed themselves, but we weren’t supposed to leave because we were going on to Cyprus. We only got one picture of Turkey; out of the Airplane window, but it was a Turkish sunset, so that made up for the deprivation.
More Later,
Chloe

Posted by milestogo 02:53

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Man sounds like fun. I remember when we flew to Israel it was a 18 hour flight. STRAIGHT!!! Well i'm glad you made it safely.

by Divagal

I finally got a chance to check out your trip log! I'm so glad you all got to go on this trip together! Haley!!!!! When are you going to write something? Chloe, you are a very intertaining writer! Lauriana, it is interesting to see the different perspectives. Say "hi" to your folks and NO DISCO DANCING!!! Sorry, it's just not allowed. :) PS. Love the picture of the Hotel! Send more pictures of places you go. Even the pool!
Love ya'll Auntie Molly
(and, Uncle Peter says "Have fun!")

by OnTMolly

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