My Trip to Londonistan

This summer, I had a trip to Londonistan to meet some of my cousins whom I have never seen in my life before. Anyhow, I got on the plane in Pearson airport, and I was so happy that I was going to have the best vacation. Our flight was from Toronto to London which is approximately about eight hours long; actually it is one of the longest flights. My seat was pretty uncomfortable for me since I had a customer of size sitting beside me and she would go to the washroom every ten minutes or less. Despite the fact that I was very distracted, I decided to write a vomit draft of a short story which I still haven’t finished yet. At last, I arrived in Heathrow airport and the moment I stepped out of the plane I realized that London was nothing like Canada because every where I looked, I saw fluorescent tanned people. Finally, I met my cousin and I thought it would be fun to spend four weeks with her, but it turned out that she was worst than a twazzock and there was no way I could get a long with her. The best Vacation of my life was actually meant to be the worst Vacation.