The Crazy Vietjet

Tuesday

Alright, so on this chill evening, we were packin’ up for Vietnam! I went to hangout with my friends, but Mom called me back in. We bid farewell and at 8, we split to the airport. The second terminal was pretty fire! We checked in, grabbed our boarding passes, and had two hours to kill, so we went foodie-mode—hit up stalls, restaurants, cafes, and tried loads of stuff. Next thing I know, it’s boarding time! We flew by Thai International Airlines to Bangkok, Thailand, and the plane was SICK! I had tablets and all, pretty cool. Bro, no lie, we scored free food on the flight, total bonus! And honestly, by 2040 they’ll probably tax us for breathing, lol. I mean, a 20-rupee water bottle for 70 bucks? Dude, they’re straight-up robbing us. Bro, my sister’s killing me -21 IQ mode activated! Two minutes ago it was Flow, now it’s Frozen. She even asked me what to watch, like I have a magic fix! Honestly, I’d say she’s more lost than a raccoon in a library. On the flip side, I was craving anime, but settled for M3GAN—definitely a step up from Peppa Pig, ha-ha. The flight was three hours. And then, thud, we landed! 

Wednesday

It was 7 AM, and I was in straight-up zombie mode—couldn’t stop yawning, ha-ha. Dad booked a taxi for a quick Thailand tour while we waited for our 5 PM flight to Phu Quoc, Vietnam. Honestly, I slept the whole time, so don’t even ask what I saw… I basically missed it all.  Woke up at 3 PM, more like, for the sake of lunch ha-ha. Then the chaos began—had to grab another boarding pass for the connecting flight to Phu Quoc, and the line? As long as the Nile, no joke. Meanwhile, my sister and I were going at it, because sibling rivalry is the best, right?  Soon, boarding time rolled around. I expected a repeat of the last plane, but nope, total opposite vibes. No fancy tabs, no royal welcome… and wow, it felt like the air was gone. Suffocating doesn’t even cover it. Thank God, it was just an hour—jumped off ASAP! Finally, made it to Vietnam! Such a relief. The place was totally sike, but we were too wiped to explore—just wanted to chill. Cleared the final check, stepped out… and boom! On the right, an Indian wedding bash, invite-only vibes. Not bad, right? Pretty cool to stumble on that in Vietnam. My dad booked a taxi and we headed straight to the hotel. But I noticed something weird—drivers in Vietnam sit on the left, unlike India where it’s the right. Guess I wasn’t exactly a culture expert, so didn’t think much of it. We rolled into the hotel by 8 PM, and boom—my uncle was waiting at the entrance. I got whisked off to my room on the 4th floor. Quick freshen-up, and we were racing down for dinner. The hotel was —huge, beautiful, just… wow, no words . And the lift? Unique, with this open glass space where you could scope out everyone above or below you. Pretty cool! We had a peaceful dinner in the hotel and jumped to the bed like I haven’t slept for ages.

Thursday

Woke up feeling like I was in a whole new world, super stoked for breakfast! It was a buffet with over 100 dishes_—but I was stuck to chicken, no beef, pork, or seafood for this huge chicken lover. The dessert spread? Heavenly. Chocolate fountain with marshmallows, donuts, cakes, pizzas, juices… you name it. Next up, the aquatic park! Tried a slide, but the army of lifeguards thought I was 14 or 15 (height betrayed me, I’m 11). My lil sis got kicked out for being too young. Weird rules, right? IDK which age group is that park made for. The next ride needed three people, min 260kg—so Dad, Uncle, and I braved the Jalebi looking slide. Anime-induced fears aside, it was _damn cool_! It felt like falling from the 21st floor. Did it again with Mom and Aunt, SUUuuu! Swam in a sea-like pool where people floated (floating was too boring), tried the Invisible Tube—gray, blinding bright, pitch black, SPLASH!. Then a super boring ride where my sister cried the whole time. I mean, we’re opposites—anime vs. Italian brain rot. Don’t get me started on her “Tung Tung Sahur!” ambushes. Actually, I am not lying, once she made heart come out from mouth. We hit “Serpent Venom” (skater vibes, skipped it) and the Hawaii ride—69 feet drop, Dad and Uncle went for it, it felt funny when they landed. After that, we checked out the Ferris wheel in the drizzle, bought popcorn, and sat inside the cabin on the Feris wheel. Saw the whole city. Ended with a ride that started nice, ended wild… We drank boba and went to a night market which was in the center of the city, and shopped for a few clothes. Tried out the dinosaur castle game but it was closed. Soon we head to the hotel. We had a huge dinner and headed towards our rooms and hit our beds after a huge day.

“Today, I felt like a hungry blue whale ready to gulp down the entire hotel—my stomach was screaming after yesterday’s adventure. We planned to hit the safari, but my brain was still recovering from all the energy spent. Still, I’m gonna soak in these one or two days here; life’s too short and there’s no guarantee I’ll be back. Meanwhile, my sis was ecstatic—she’d found her partner-in-crime, my lil cousin bro!  My mission was to meet her “0.2 version” at the safari . Off we went. I was super quiet (don’t worry, my spy instincts and sharp eyesight are on point—my friends call me a spy), but Mom and Dad were worried like I’d get lost. Highlights of the safari: we met my lil sis, the gorillas; I hit the kids’ petting zoo where I cuddled sheep, dogs, and more; saw a _friendly_ tiger that people were patting (!); an elephant shook hands with Mom ; we scoped flamingos, alligators, and snakes galore. We went by a bus where you could actually see wild animals. One of the lions came rushing to the bus. While exiting the safari we saw tribal dance. My sister and cousin even went and danced there. No lie but for a sec I forgot who my sister was because she got blended up with the tribal. Next up: starfish beach —Mom went full-on fangirl. Mom took her starfish obsession to the next level—she was rocking with her starfish earrings. I was initially on board, thinking they were adorably weird, but by the end, their slimy look totally creeped me out. The beach was lit, though! Dinner was at a nearby restaurant, and we crashed back at the hotel, sleeping like babies.”

Friday

We fueled up with breakfast and dived into the hotel’s private beach—Mom and sis were shell-shocking (collecting shells), Dad was vibing with the waves, and me? Abort Mission! I bailed when I spotted a creepy- crawlie (cockroach cousin?) underwater. Saved myself. Next stop: the pool! I swam hard for 2 hours and earned my tan lines. Meanwhile, the adults leveled up—spa time, chilling. Grandparents were our HQ, keeping tabs on us. Today, we planned to take the cable car. It was an exhilarating experience; I felt as if I was flying. The ride was thrilling. There was also a water park, but we skipped it as it was afternoon and we had already visited one earlier. The sunset vibes from up high? Peaceful as heaven. Afterwards, we decided to purchase souvenirs: my sister and my cousin had bought a shoe, my mother acquired a genuine pearl earring, and, remarkably, my father bought a t-shirt for the first time in this life (as per my vision), as he is not typically inclined to shop unless prompted. He’s never bought stuff willingly but always had to be dragged. Epic dad moment!” My uncle also purchased a shirt matching my father’s. Meanwhile, my aunt and mother bought handbags. We went a bit too wild on the shopping spree—let’s just say we bought a _lot_ of fancy stuff. We went to the nearest restaurant and had dinner and headed back to the hotel.

Saturday

Today’s plan was to return home. I was trauma-level Not ready to catch up on school notes (days off, RIP study vibes). My parents, uncle, and aunt visited the steam-bath bet they were _melting_ in their room, Sis and I ruled the room, binge-TV time! While my cousin spent time with grandparents. We had already packed and were prepared to depart. As soon as the steam squad returned, we hopped in a car and dashed to the airport. Tearful farewells—our peeps live in different states and countries. And just like that, it was us four: me, sis, Mom, Dad. BRUH, the real trauma kicked in: The Check-In Line! Here’s the fun part: if your luggage weighs a ton, you gotta pay extra and wrestle a receipt. And the security? Horrible. Like, Bangalore’s check-in is paranoid-tight—checking for bombs and explosives—but Vietnam’s was like, “Eh, if someone throws a bomb, lol.” JK, that’s NOT gonna happen, but okay. Actually, to say in truth I am quite impressed of the people of Vietnam. Zero traffic lights in Vietnam’s Phu Quoc Island (where I was), but guess what? People still vibe with the rules! The streets? I observed that the streets are impeccably clean; any litter present is likely attributable to tourists. Kudos, locals!  Meanwhile, Dad had already lost his temper, because the line didn’t even move a centimeter. Me and my sister were just fighting, playing, sleeping, eating and even sitting on the luggage because there was no chairs or a couch. Soon, we passed the check-in plus they didn’t charge all though our luggage were 1kg more. Then was the immigration, it didn’t take much time. Then we rushed towards the boarding the area. We boarded the plane and Volia! We had nothing to worry about now. The flight was for 1 hour which was to Bangkok, Thailand. Had the same experience. My ears were burning, I felt like puking. I thought of sleeping but I couldn’t due to discomfort. Finally, we reached Bangkok. To say in truth, I ❤️ BANGKOK. The environment was exceptionally pleasant and clean. Our connecting flight was scheduled for 9 PM, and as it was 7 PM, so… we chillaxed’, dinner time! We _thought_ we were playing it safe but NOPE—walked into a Japanese restaurant where chicken wasn’t exactly on the menu. Sikeeee! Sis and I survived with Chicken Burgers, Mom went full ramen, Dad went old-school: sticky rice + chicken soup. AND we splurged on Boba…. We also tried bubble tea, which was unpalatable. While my sister and I recognized the taste, my mother, unfamiliar with it, ended up drinking all of ours. Meanwhile, Dad, the Family Legend, sat back with a can of Coke—sipping in peace. We went on a full-on shopping spree—16 packets of chocolates and _a ton_ of other loot. Next up: boarding! We swooped into the plane and Suuuu—the Thai International Airlines, my All-Time Favourite! Perks: Free Food (score!), I binge-watched _M3GAN 0.2_, played games like a boss, and grabbed a plush blanket cause who doesn’t love cozy? As soon as we touched down in Bangalore… Boom, the India vibe hit me—missed it for 6-7 days! I sensed the familiar atmosphere of India, which I had missed over the past week.

FAQs : The Crazy Vietjet I Travelogue By Riddhita

What is The Crazy VietJet about?
It is a fun travel diary that follows a family’s exciting journey through Thailand and Vietnam, filled with adventures, humor, and memorable experiences.

Who wrote The Crazy VietJet?
The travel diary was written by Riddhita Debnath, a 13-year-old student from Bangalore.

Which countries are featured in the story?
The diary covers the author’s travels through Thailand and Vietnam, especially Phu Quoc Island.

What are some highlights of the trip?
The journey includes water parks, safaris, beaches, cable car rides, local markets, delicious food, shopping, and funny airport experiences.

Why is the story enjoyable for young readers?
Its conversational style, humor, relatable family moments, and exciting adventures make it engaging and entertaining.

What makes the diary unique?
The story is told from a child’s perspective, blending travel experiences with funny observations, sibling banter, and genuine emotions.

What lessons can readers learn from the travel diary?
Readers learn about exploring new cultures, spending quality time with family, appreciating different countries, and embracing unexpected adventures.

Who would enjoy reading this travel diary?
Children, teenagers, parents, and anyone who enjoys humorous travel stories and family adventures.

Where can you buy the books?
You can buy the books at Bookosmia and Amazon.

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