We arrived at the Chennai International Airport (I think that was the name) and it wasn’t as good as the other airports I had seen. The last time I went through it was at night when we came to Chennai, and I was half asleep. After the baggage and the other stuff, we sat down and waited for boarding to start for almost half of an hour. Finally, we started boarding. We got to our seats, eventually. We had to go through all the pushing and squeezing just to get to 4 seats. Wait, 4 seats?! We need 5 seats! Luckily, there was one seat in the back of the plane and my dad sat there. They served 2 meals (maybe 3) and we had limited choice of movies and gamed. This flight was just like the one we took from Dubai to Chennai on our way here. So, no pizza. We landed, just like last time, didn’t pick up check-in luggage, and went for doing stuff until next flight started boarding. It was the HUGE Emirates flight we took to the Dubai airport and this airport itself was AMAZING! There was one problem: Our flight got delayed while being loaded with food, fuel, and emptying the you-know-what tanks.
So we had to stay in the Dubai Airport for the next 12 or so hours. I fell asleep 2-4 times and we bought a lot of stuff. I even got to eat a donut for only the 2nd time in my life! We went to this kids play area and I met this kid and we played hide-and-tag. We took turns being it and then it was finally time to go! BOARDING!!! After waiting a great deal of time, we were finally going to go home. We boarded the Emirates flight and it was just like the one we took from Washington DC to Dubai, but was loaded with all new movies, and new food. They still kept the pizza though! The one main reasonable explanation: We were in India for 3 months. It was totally reasonable because I had calculated it. I watched all the movies on my Watch Movies list except the ones that were not available on the flight’s storage system. I expected the pizza and we got it. At least the people who were awake. Nearing the end of the trip, after breakfast, The lights turned on and all the trash we collected was on my tray. A cup of juice fell on my pants and my shirt. I changed them on board. Turned out to be a good thing because I was wearing a short-sleeve shirt and the one a wore after the incident was long-sleeve and Washington DC is cold. Also, the “new” pants were comfier. After all the getting baggage and stuff, we finally came home. I really miss my uncle, my aunt, my cousins, and my grandparents. This is the story of my trip to India this summer-  the summer of 2017!