Travel the path from illness to wellness with Awareness Journey. Grab your copy now!
Travel the path from illness to wellness with Awareness Journey. Grab your copy now!

Vamana Ahuja

Comedy Drama Children

4  

Vamana Ahuja

Comedy Drama Children

Staycation Or Vacation-Chapter Five (Uncle Percy)

Staycation Or Vacation-Chapter Five (Uncle Percy)

4 mins
330


“Throw it here, Pepper!” “Alright, catch!” Ah, the sounds you hear on the beach when you come with a group of 14 people. The triplets were all running around Brighton Beach’s colourful and bright beach houses. Ours was a beautifully painted, pastel striped one. The water was a beautiful foamy turquoise. I was resisting the urge to have a swim before everyone else got here. We had returned the rented van for two smaller cars for the day, so all of us had arrived at separate times. Zack, Pepper and Tamara had busied themselves with a beach ball. Max and I were looking for seashells. The high tide had just receded, and there were a ton of them by the shore. Oh well, no playing in the water for us just yet.

“We’re here,” Aunt's voice rang through the air, loud and clear. Finally! Now we could play in the water. And aunt was here the triplets’ sands toys. We could make sandcastles as well. This year we need to make our largest one yet. But first, we need to play in the water, or this trip to the beach is wasted.

After a ton of splashing around in the water, playing with the dogs who were out for walks on the beach, and making a sandcastle that almost broke our record of 30 inches, we all decided lunch was the next thing to do. But where could we have lunch? There were no vendors or stalls on the beach. So we needed to get dried off and cleaned up, so we could dine in at a proper restaurant. We needed to have lunch and get our motor home so we could reach Philip Island by check-in time at the hotel.


Lunch was pretty normal. We got take out from Wendy’s and decided to have it in the car. So aunt and Ms. Martin headed off to the rental place again, and thank the gods there was a different clerk this time. The one there before was so uninterested she wouldn’t have realized if we took all the cars in the garage and disappeared. This one was actually interested in her job. She showed us the motor home, helped us connect it to the car, and gave us the address of the joint we were supposed to return it to in Sydney. Then she showed us around the place, explained all the basic stuff to know about it. There were four bunks and a pullout couch, plus a dining table. The front seats in the car were also reclining, so if we had to camp for the night, there were provisions for 13 people. And how much space would the little kids really occupy? All of them could sleep on the pullout couch together. So there were only 9 of us who would need a whole bed, and 8 of them could use the van. Oh well, uncle and the driver are gonna be sleeping in the car if we camp.

After lunch, we started off with the two-hour drive to Philips island. All of us were tired out from the day at the beach. It was three, so we decided we could catch a nap for some time, and then maybe watch the view on the bridge connecting the island to the mainland. I’m just glad they made it a concrete one. If it was still wooden, I wonder how we would be able to drive over it. Maybe we’d have taken a ferry.


After an hour or so, someone woke us up. The car had stopped moving. We picked up a puncture. While we were on the bridge. Well, just our luck. I dragged myself off of the bunk and went down to see what was happening. Aunt, Uncle and the driver were trying to get the tire out and put the spare one in. Mrs. Lavigne was trying to get the little kids to go back to sleep. Ms. Martin was checking up on the car rental joint at Philips island. Everyone else was, ironically, asleep. Oh well, it is what it is.

After a whole hour, at 5, we finally got out van up and running. We started again, after checking everything, right down to the fuel tank, and attempted to head up to the hotel. We reached normally, much to the relief of everyone. It was 7 by now because the motor home was moving so slow. All of us were hungry. We checked in at the hotel and then headed to dinner, which was at what the hotel called the sea shack.

Dinner was mostly seafood. The lobster was great. We had a day tour of the island tomorrow, we needed to get our rest. I can’t wait!


Rate this content
Log in

More english story from Vamana Ahuja

Similar english story from Comedy