Back in Blighty.
Dad got us an upgrade to premium economy, which doesn't sound all that classy but it's between First class and Economy. We got more leg room, better food (And more!) better service and no plebs ruining the flight for us.
We then got into the special lounge in Hong Kong, which was nice. They had a gaming section which dad told me was a bunch of arcade cabinets you can use for free! It turned out to be a few PCs with ripoffs of actual games. I didn't look too far into it when I saw what they were.
After a lovely four weeks in New Zealand with everyone being polite, including a rebelious looking skateboarder who apologised for bumping into dad, we got to Heathrow (An absolute dump compared to other airports). We had to walk twenty minutes to get to passport control, which didn't take long to get through, then the baggage carousel kept stopping because it was small and filled with baggage from two international flights. Then we had to walk through a customs area with
no-one attending it, and into a dank corridor with gaffer tape holding the floor and walls together, and some kind of builder's area blocked off.
We eventually found the coach that goes to our home town and sat on it for a while until the driver loudly exlaimed "I
suppose I should get it warmed up..." He then drove very badly all the way.
And it's raining.
Yada yada yada... long story short, Britain sucks and I want to go back.
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