The first day

The first day that my family and I arrived in New Zealand, it was lightly sprinkling rain. I myself have do idea how i noticed that because of the state of delirium i was in. I had just gotten off the plane and heard the accents coming from the people around me. if you can imagine the sound of a British mixed with the sound of the Australian than you know exactly what these people sounded like. Greta and i were both walking like zombies toward the baggage claim while our parents tried to get a grip on where to go. By some miracle we ended getting on the shuttle to take us to Hamilton. when we started to drive away from the airport, Greta and I both realized that we were driving on the wrong side of the road. we tried to tell our parents that we were going to have a head on collision with the people coming the other way. That was until we realized that the people in New Zealand drive on the other side of the road. That was pretty scary. we drove along the country side for what seemed like hours but was only an hour and a half. Our entire family was amazed at how green and luscious this place was. We were surrounded by trees that were so green they were like exaggerated special effects. There were farms along both sides of the road. It was spectacular! We finally arrived at our house in Hamilton. Our friends the McBarks were there waiting for us. They had cleaned up our house for us so it was "clean enough for use". Greta and i deliriously climbed up the stairs to reach the bedrooms. We each claimed a room, and being the nice brother that i am, let Greta have the nice room which had Oreos under the bed. That night when we went to sleep I was tired enough not to notice that my bed was hardly a bed at all. it was almost like it was a sheet offabric with another sheet of fabric under it. I woke up the next morning with my back aching so much i could hardly stand up straight. this was an interesting way to start a new life.