I do not like French keyboards -_-

I would like to start by saying that I really don't like these keyboards. A third of the letters are in the wrong spots and it's making it really difficult to do this. Why didn't anyone warn me???

Now, to the point. I WAS RIGHT!!! I KNEW something was going to go wrong with my flights! I KNEW it!!!

I'll start from the beginning, shall I?

I woke up at about 6 30 Sunday morning. The plan was me and my mum were to catch a bus to Sydney. That bus would drop us off at the airport, where we would spend time together and hang out, until it was time to catch my plane. That plane would take me to Abu Dhabi. After waiting 2 hours in Abu Dhabi, I would catch another plane. That one would take me to Casablanca, Morocco. From there, my dad would pick me up and take me to Marrakech, where he lives.

It started off okay. Me and mumsies caught the bus and arrived at the airport okay. We went to McDonalds at the Sydney airport, though I didn't really eat much because I was hell nervous. After walking around together etc. I checked in. I got my boarding pass and they took my luggage (which was 5.7 kilos over weight, though they didn't really care) and attached a little tag thing to me which said "PRIORITY", so I felt super special. Because I was an "unaccompanied minor" I was going to be fully escorted and had 2 seats to myself on the plane because no one was allowed to sit next to me. I felt even more special!

I said bye byes to mumsikins and left with my escort chick. She took me straight to the gate and I got to board the plane first. I was going by Etihad airways and they were awesome. I was going in economy and everyone got their own screen with a remote. You could choose from like, 70 movies to watch, loads of TV shows, heaps of music and you could even turn the remote sideways and it would sorta turn into a Playstation remote and they had 30 games you could play. So I had a total moment of going "sweeeeeeet". I made myself all comfy and all the air hostess chicks introduced themselves to me. Then the rest of the passengers boarded and the plane started moving.

The plane went out onto the runway. Everyone was either scared or super excited about taking off when... we turn around and went back to the airport. Apparently there were technical difficulties and the plane had to be evacuated while they ran tests. Of course, I couldn't leave, because I'm super special and they couldn't leave me alone. So I was taken to the front of the plane where I got to hang with the plane crew. They were all complaining about some paranoid annoying passenger. Eventually, they decided that I could just sit in the first class seats while I was waiting. They were huge, comfy seats that vibrated and gave back massages.

So I ended up sitting there for about an hour. It got boring and they let me get off the plane and sent me to a room where I could call my mum and tell her what happened. Of course, mum wasn't answering her phone... The lady at the reception was really nice and told me how beautiful Morocco would be. So that got me all excited and I was extra happy when they let all the passengers re board the plane.

The plane trip was really relaxing and the Etihad plane food wasn't really that bad. That is a first for me people.

The plane arrived in Abu Dhabi at about 3 35 am. I had missed my plane by about an hour and a half. They took me to the transit section of the airport where they found another route I could take. The plan was that I would take a plane to Cairo, Egypt. From there I would take another plane that would take me to Casablanca. They called my Dad and asked whether that was okay and he agreed.

So I asked them, when's my next flight gonna be? And they told me; "4 this afternoon." So I of course just stared at them and was like "What am I supposed to do until then?" and they said I could have my own hotel room at the Etihad transit hotel. So they took me there and it was awesome. Super posh and fancy with an all night all you can eat buffet and a room with 5 massive TVs and PS3s and I got to stay in a room that was more like a penthouse. They had these awesome beds that stretched up the wall and across the ceiling. The chairs were really modern and comfy. The only thing I didn't like was the automatically flushing toilets that would always flush while I was still on it.

So after spending 12 hours of super happy fun time, I was taken to my next gate. Unfortunately, I had to change airlines. I had to go by EgyptAir, which epically sucked. The guys who were letting the passengers board had pretty much no idea what they were doing. They were supposed to take care of my passport and documents, because unaccompanied minors are... well, minors, and you don't let kids keep their passports because they'll probably drop them or lose them or rip them apart or something. So, the guys took my passport. And guess what? First they drop it. The one of them is like "oooh, Australian passport" and tries to bend, in which case I yell out to him "What the hell do you think you're doing, you're going to break the chip in it!" and then they lost it, along with my 2 boarding passes. Eventually they found it though and I was finally allowed to board the plane. After that, I insisted I keep my stuff because it was a hell of a lot safer in my hands.

The plane trip was boring. They didn't even have an in-flight movie, plus the plane was full of creepy guys who kept staring at me. I was not happy.

I eventually arrived in Cairo. I was taken to the transit area and put in the room where they keep the unaccompanied minors and people who need assistance. All the employees in there were smoking. I was going to complain, but barely any of them could speak English.

So I had to wait an hour there. I ended up watching the cleaner guy. He sucked. First he was sweeping the floor he was pretty much leaving more dirt on it then he was cleaning. Then he had to mop the floor. He gets the mop and walks across the hall once, purposefully missing the really dirty bits as if he was worried it might make the mop dirty. This is why women clean. Because men suck at it.

So, after the most boring hour of my life sitting with people filled with respiratory diseases, I got on my next plane. I slept through the whole thing.

I finally arrived in Casablanca. I was escorted through the airport by some guy who looked like he was 12, then swapped over to some other guy.It took him half an hour to fill ou my immigration form. I was going to tell him that I had already filled one out on the plane, but it was kinda funny watching him try and fill out himself, when he obviously had no idea what he was doing.

I eventually got out of immigration and there was daddikins waiting for me. We collected my luggage and then started the trip to Marrakech.

Like I said before, I hadn't seen my dad in 6 years. He's pretty much the same, except his hair is grey and his accent has changed. We had a very big hug and shockingly, neither of us cried. We spent the car trip discussing movies and all the things we're gonna do while I'm here.

When we reached my Dad's house, I met my stepmum. She is very nice and I like her. After that, I went to bed.

The next morning, I sort of met my little half brother. He was scared of me, so he hid in his little Winnie the Pooh tent. I eventually managed to get in the same room as him without him running away. I gave him a present; a little Kangaroo toy, with an Aussie hat with the corks hanging off it, playing the didgeridoo, and when you squeeze it, it plays Waltzing Matilda. Pretty Aussie, eh?

Since then, I have kind of made friends with him. He's asked me to play with him, which is pretty fun. We make things out of leggo, or draw etc.

I have also gone to work with my dad. That was fun. He's like a walking guide book. He has told me a bit about the city's history and random facts. I tried my first glass of Moroccan Mint Tea with him, and it was yummiful. I can see it becoming my second addiction, after coffee.

Well, that's it for now. I have decided that at the end of every post, I will do a "did you know" thing.

So here goes;

Did you know: In Marrakech, it is ILLEGAL to have a building that isn't ocher. The entire city is the same colour. It is really beautiful.

I won't be uploading photos for at least a week. My mum will be sending me photos that she took at the airport, and my Dad's camera is in Rabat. We will be going there in a few weeks, and then I will take photos to show everyone.

Thanks for reading : D