Fly like a cheese stick

I wrote about the fact that I travel. I can write a lot about it and have much to say as well as I can write about the fact that I want to go more places. So it is easy to write about. These stories are important to me because it made me who I am today. Seeing all I have makes me feel like a better person. It is strange, but when I was in a poverty stricken area I started to appreciate what I had and really couldn’t ask for more.

A huge shiny jet pierced the sky as it went over 600 miles per hour. They were on an expedition to see animals and enjoy the wonders of Africa. George, Freddy, Bill, and Emily broke dawn as out planes engines started to shut down. The plane made a hard turn as it landed on the furthest east coast of Africa. Automatically the family knew where they were. Chants and prayers were being said on the plane and people praised their gods for a safe trip. They ran out to collect out 25 pounds of luggage each...for 10 days. That meant same clothes, same underwear for the whole trip. Who knows when they were to do laundry again? The family sure didn’t. Then they ran down the airport and hopped on another plane headed for South Africa. After five painstaking hours the plane touched down and came to a screeching halt. It was midnight. Emily was done for the day and was desperate to get back to the hotel. George and Fred were okay but Bill was on edge. They all pile into a minivan with a marijuana air freshener and speed down to the hotel. They passed drug dealers who tried to sell to the family while in the cab. No one gave them a glance. Someone heard a gun being cocked, but no one wanted to know what it really was. No one really cared.

Fred was tired. He was on a plane halfway around the world. From America to Japan, the flight was killer. He was in physical pain and immense anger filled him. His now ex-girlfriend Diana was making him more irritated every hour in the air. She was sick, her legs hurt, she wanted to talk while he was sleeping and he was just tired of her. It was too long and he hated her. His flying life was nothing like it had been. He missed his family. Flying with this Jezebel made him miss the love of his life. Jenny was the girl he wanted. She was on his mind while he flew there. And he wanted her next to him. He told Diana that he wanted her to stop talking because he wanted to sleep. She cried, he slept. He started to dream...

Fred and Jenny were cuddling on a queen sized bed as the hard ridged waves smashed the side of the boat as they laughed and tickled each other. Crossing Drake’s passage was not as fun as it sounded. The waves were as tall as the boat and wide as a city block. Smash crash boom, the waves hit the boat. The boat started to turn into an ice patch, with a loud crash it came to a stop/ The weather ceased and all was calm. Fred and his new wife Jenny came out of their room to find themselves surrounded by penguins and puffins running to help move the ice back to the way they wanted. Those OCD birdies.

Fred woke up and found himself in the arms of his lover Jenny. He lived happily ever after.