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Mandy’s holiday disaster! My parents and I enjoy travelling and we usually go away once a year. My dad is English and my mum’s from India, so when we visit her family, it’s a long trip! (1) After we land in New Delhi, the capital city, we always take a taxi to the train station. From there, we travel to a town near my grandparents’ village, and finally a bus. We’re exhausted when we arrive, but excited to be there too. All of our Indian holidays have been awesome, but the first one was nearly a disaster! (2) On the last day we returned to New Delhi by bus and train. At the airport, my dad asked my mum for our passports. ‘No, you’ve got them,’ she said. He then started putting his hands in all of his pockets – jacket, shirt, jeans (front and back!). (3) I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. Next, my parents searched through our small bags and the suitcases. (4) Nothing was found. They looked at each other and there was panic in their eyes.You don’t need to show a ticket to fly – the information is in the airline’s computer system, but passports aren’t. (5) So where were they? On the bus, the train or in the taxi? How could we check? It seemed impossible. At that moment, Mum’s phone rang and she answered it. (6) My grandmother was calling to tell her our passports were in a plastic bag on her kitchen table! Yes, we missed our flight, but we didn’t care! My uncle brought us the passports the next day and we spent more time in India!
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Mandy’s holiday disaster! My parents and I enjoy travelling and we usually go away once a year. My dad is English and my mum’s from India, so when we visit her family, it’s a long trip! (1) After we land in New Delhi, the capital city, we always take a taxi to the train station. From there, we travel to a town near my grandparents’ village, and finally a bus. We’re exhausted when we arrive, but excited to be there too. All of our Indian holidays have been awesome, but the first one was nearly a disaster! (2) On the last day we returned to New Delhi by bus and train. At the airport, my dad asked my mum for our passports. ‘No, you’ve got them,’ she said. He then started putting his hands in all of his pockets – jacket, shirt, jeans (front and back!). (3) I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. Next, my parents searched through our small bags and the suitcases. (4) Nothing was found. They looked at each other and there was panic in their eyes.You don’t need to show a ticket to fly – the information is in the airline’s computer system, but passports aren’t. (5) So where were they? On the bus, the train or in the taxi? How could we check? It seemed impossible. At that moment, Mum’s phone rang and she answered it. (6) My grandmother was calling to tell her our passports were in a plastic bag on her kitchen table! Yes, we missed our flight, but we didn’t care! My uncle brought us the passports the next day and we spent more time in India!
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Mandy’s holiday disaster! My parents and I enjoy travelling and we usually go away once a year. My dad is English and my mum’s from India, so when we visit her family, it’s a long trip! (1) After we land in New Delhi, the capital city, we always take a taxi to the train station. From there, we travel to a town near my grandparents’ village, and finally a bus. We’re exhausted when we arrive, but excited to be there too. All of our Indian holidays have been awesome, but the first one was nearly a disaster! (2) On the last day we returned to New Delhi by bus and train. At the airport, my dad asked my mum for our passports. ‘No, you’ve got them,’ she said. He then started putting his hands in all of his pockets – jacket, shirt, jeans (front and back!). (3) I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. Next, my parents searched through our small bags and the suitcases. (4) Nothing was found. They looked at each other and there was panic in their eyes.You don’t need to show a ticket to fly – the information is in the airline’s computer system, but passports aren’t. (5) So where were they? On the bus, the train or in the taxi? How could we check? It seemed impossible. At that moment, Mum’s phone rang and she answered it. (6) My grandmother was calling to tell her our passports were in a plastic bag on her kitchen table! Yes, we missed our flight, but we didn’t care! My uncle brought us the passports the next day and we spent more time in India!
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Mandy’s holiday disaster! My parents and I enjoy travelling and we usually go away once a year. My dad is English and my mum’s from India, so when we visit her family, it’s a long trip! (1) After we land in New Delhi, the capital city, we always take a taxi to the train station. From there, we travel to a town near my grandparents’ village, and finally a bus. We’re exhausted when we arrive, but excited to be there too. All of our Indian holidays have been awesome, but the first one was nearly a disaster! (2) On the last day we returned to New Delhi by bus and train. At the airport, my dad asked my mum for our passports. ‘No, you’ve got them,’ she said. He then started putting his hands in all of his pockets – jacket, shirt, jeans (front and back!). (3) I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. Next, my parents searched through our small bags and the suitcases. (4) Nothing was found. They looked at each other and there was panic in their eyes.You don’t need to show a ticket to fly – the information is in the airline’s computer system, but passports aren’t. (5) So where were they? On the bus, the train or in the taxi? How could we check? It seemed impossible. At that moment, Mum’s phone rang and she answered it. (6) My grandmother was calling to tell her our passports were in a plastic bag on her kitchen table! Yes, we missed our flight, but we didn’t care! My uncle brought us the passports the next day and we spent more time in India!
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Mandy’s holiday disaster! My parents and I enjoy travelling and we usually go away once a year. My dad is English and my mum’s from India, so when we visit her family, it’s a long trip! (1) After we land in New Delhi, the capital city, we always take a taxi to the train station. From there, we travel to a town near my grandparents’ village, and finally a bus. We’re exhausted when we arrive, but excited to be there too. All of our Indian holidays have been awesome, but the first one was nearly a disaster! (2) On the last day we returned to New Delhi by bus and train. At the airport, my dad asked my mum for our passports. ‘No, you’ve got them,’ she said. He then started putting his hands in all of his pockets – jacket, shirt, jeans (front and back!). (3) I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. Next, my parents searched through our small bags and the suitcases. (4) Nothing was found. They looked at each other and there was panic in their eyes.You don’t need to show a ticket to fly – the information is in the airline’s computer system, but passports aren’t. (5) So where were they? On the bus, the train or in the taxi? How could we check? It seemed impossible. At that moment, Mum’s phone rang and she answered it. (6) My grandmother was calling to tell her our passports were in a plastic bag on her kitchen table! Yes, we missed our flight, but we didn’t care! My uncle brought us the passports the next day and we spent more time in India!
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Mandy’s holiday disaster! My parents and I enjoy travelling and we usually go away once a year. My dad is English and my mum’s from India, so when we visit her family, it’s a long trip! (1) After we land in New Delhi, the capital city, we always take a taxi to the train station. From there, we travel to a town near my grandparents’ village, and finally a bus. We’re exhausted when we arrive, but excited to be there too. All of our Indian holidays have been awesome, but the first one was nearly a disaster! (2) On the last day we returned to New Delhi by bus and train. At the airport, my dad asked my mum for our passports. ‘No, you’ve got them,’ she said. He then started putting his hands in all of his pockets – jacket, shirt, jeans (front and back!). (3) I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too serious. Next, my parents searched through our small bags and the suitcases. (4) Nothing was found. They looked at each other and there was panic in their eyes.You don’t need to show a ticket to fly – the information is in the airline’s computer system, but passports aren’t. (5) So where were they? On the bus, the train or in the taxi? How could we check? It seemed impossible. At that moment, Mum’s phone rang and she answered it. (6) My grandmother was calling to tell her our passports were in a plastic bag on her kitchen table! Yes, we missed our flight, but we didn’t care! My uncle brought us the passports the next day and we spent more time in India!
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