Trevie Bear & Lazy Baba Go to Indonesia by Carolyn Smith (books to read in a lifetime .txt) 📕

After what seemed like an absolute age the bike came to a stop. The rain had stopped now too and Lazy Baba had been enjoying the feeling if the sun on her face when they had pulled up outside a very busy building. There were literally hundreds of bikes and cars parked in the car park. Thousands of people were bustling in and out of the building hugging each other, some were happy with massive smiles on their faces and others were crying, but all of them were carrying some kind of bag. It took Lazy Baba a few moments to realize where they were.

“Trevie Bear, look where we are!” she shouted. He looked up from his bag and a smile crept across his face as realization dawned on him.

“Brilliant, we’re at the airport!” He exclaimed. They looked at each other and had the exact same thought at the same moment.

“We can catch a flight home and meet Becky back at our house,” said Trevie Bear. The idea of it was just too good to be true. This was the happiest moment in Lazy Baba’s life so far, knowing that all was not lost and that she could and would be reunited with Becky after all. She couldn’t stop smiling as they both climbed out of their bags and made their way into the building.

They stopped, held hands and looked up at the big screen with flight numbers, times and destinations flashing on and off in several languages. It was very confusing and neither Trevie bear nor Lazy Baba had time to read much before it changed again into a different language. They waited patiently for the board to change back to English, but it seemed to take forever. Eventually it did and Trevie Bear saw the flight desk for London.

“We have to go to checkin counter 12,” he said confidently.

“Are you sure?” Lazy Baba asked because she had not had time to read it, but he was already leading her in the direction of the check in counters. The airport terminal was extremely busy. Some people were sitting on their bags, watching the display board and waiting for their language or flight to appear, others were walking in a hurry and pushing past people, including Trevie Bear and Lazy Baba, who nearly fell over after one particularly hard shove. There were even people lying down on the floor in the middle of the airport in groups and sleeping next to their bags, Lazy Baba thought that this was odd behaviour.

After avoiding several people with very large trolleys piled high with suitcases and cardboard boxes wrapped with cling-film they finally arrived at checkin counter 12. There was a very large man with bright yellow hair and lots and lots of baggage stood at the counter blocking their view so Lazy Baba could not check and see that they were in the right place. She decided that she was just going to have to trust Trevie Bear’s judgment.

They wouldn’t be able to walk up to the counter and checkin like humans do, they would have to climb into somebody’s bag and be put through on the baggage belt. The large man who was currently checking in was almost done. He only had two more bags out of his original six to place on the conveyor belt so Trevie Bear and Lazy Baba had to work fast. The opened one of the hold alls and slipped inside. It was very full and they had squash down. Trevie Bear struggled to get Dad’s camera into the bag, but managed just at the last second. The man lifted up the heavy bag with the toys inside it and placed it on the conveyor belt where it stopped for two or three minutes before being whisked away behind the plastic shutters to join the thousands of other bags.

Trevie Bear stuck his head out of the bag to take a look at where they were. They were travelling slowly along a black conveyor belt along with lots of other similar looking bags. There were men standing at various intervals along the belt. Their job was presumably to sort the bags and put the right bags for the right flights together in piles awaiting the big truck which would take them to the prospective airplanes. It was an amazing sight to see as these men worked tirelessly as they lugged bag after heavy bag off the conveyor belt and in to a pile. Trevie Bear watched as one of the men picked the first of the yellow haired man’s bags off the belt. He continued to pick up the bags until he had taken the first four bags and added them to the ever growing pile by his feet. Trevie Bear’s bag was fast approaching the man and Trevie Bear ducked back down in to the bag so as not to be seen. However he didn’t feel the motion of the bag change as it was picked up so he poked his head back out to see what was happening. To his utter dismay Trevie Bear saw that they were still on the conveyor belt. The man had not picked them up and put them with the other bags. He must have thought they were going somewhere else.

“No!” Trevie Bear shouted. Lazy Baba put her hand on his back and asked him what was going on.

“We’ve been missed,” he said. “God only knows where we are going to end up.”

With those last words they felt a jolt as the bag was pulled from the conveyor belt. They landed on the ground with a heavy thump. Trevie Bear looked out of the bag one last time to take a look at the baggage label.

“It says BKK,” He said. “Where do you suppose that is?”

“I don’t know where that is,” Lazy Baba said sadness filling her eyes once more. “But Dad went on a business trip a few years ago and when he came back his bag said BKK.”

“I wonder where he had been.” Trevie Bear said as creases formed on his brow in concentration.

They looked at each other in silence. There was nothing either of them could say to comfort the other. They had thought they were going back home to a country they knew to be reunited with Becky their beloved owner, but instead they were being taken even further away from her. They held hands and sank in to the bag, there was nothing they could do, they would just have to wait and see what new adventures awaited them in this unknown, far and distant land. The only thing they were both certain of was that they were not headed home and the question that lay on both of their lips was, where in the world is BKK?

Text: Carolyn Smith
Publication Date: 07-17-2012

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