The plane trip was boring. The aeroplane company had decided on a new schedule, to save money. On the way from Miami Beach to Sydney, Australia, where they were starting the hunt for Jonathan, they stopped off in Saudi Arabia, England, Indonesia, Italy, Greenland, Cuba, New Zealand, Washington DC, Spain and Alaska, in that order.
As a result, the Hansons and Belinda were not only extremely jet-lagged, but totally confused about what millennium they were in. They had crossed so many different time zones that they were convinced it was 4:12 AM January 12th, 2064 AD. That or 2:36 PM September 32nd 498 BC.
It was, in fact, 8:09 PM March 30th, 1998 AD.
At the hotel, they crashed onto beds and fell asleep for about twenty-six hours, with the exception of Isaac, who was convinced it was the middle of the afternoon, and went into the ensuite of his room and spent four hours cutting his toenails into the expensive-looking potted plant beside the toilet.

Two days later they had recovered from the plane trip and were ready to begin the rough part of their trip. Or at least, Mr and Mrs Hanson were ready. The boys still thought it would much better for them to track Jonathan and Ilana in more civilised ways, instead of following them around Australia on foot.
The little kids thought it was “an adventure” either way, and Belinda didn’t care as long as she was with Taylor.
They all strapped on their packs in the elegant lobby of their posh hotel, and Taylor immediately fell over backwards, unable to support the weight of his backpack.
“Here, let me take some of the weight," Belinda offered, and there was nothing Tay could do but accept her offer and hand over all his clothes, sleeping bag, plate, spoon, cup, and water bottle, leaving his toiletry bag to carry himself.
Taylor was embarrassed to see that Belinda was easily coping with the added burden, and none of the rest of his family was having any trouble with their packs. Even his four-year-old brother Mackenzie was toting a huge pack, plus he was helpfully holding their baby sister, Zoe. The three-and-a-half-month-old was the only other member of the family not carrying a pack, and even she was holding a huge teddy bear which Tay was sure weighed more than his toiletry bag.
Tay grabbed the teddy from his littlest sister’s chubby yet muscly arms and said in a voice as manly as possible, “I’ll take that for you, Zoe.”
Zoe gave him a look that said plainly, “If you think so...”
Sure enough, three steps towards the door, Tay found that his toiletry bag was all he could manage. He passed the bear back to Zoe, who waved it above her head with one hand, and Tay collapsed onto the floor, gasping.
He blushed as the bellboys of the hotel pointed at him and guffawed loudly. Tay hoped Belinda hadn’t seen.
The whole ten of them trooped out of the hotel. Isaac had the map and was in the lead, followed by a huge gap (no one wanted to walk next to Ike), then Mackenzie and Zoe, Avery, Jessica, Mr Hanson, Zac, Taylor, Belinda, and bringing up the rear, Mrs Hanson. Diana was singing ancient camping songs, and they were all pretending that they had nothing to do with her, didn’t know her, had never met her, had never even heard of her. It wasn’t working.
People were yelling at them, “Get your mother to shut the f**k up!”
Needless to say, they were all extremely embarrassed. And extremely lost. No wonder, with Isaac navigating.
Finally, Zac got tired of being led down endless dead ends, past endless toaster-shops, through endless rubbish dumps. Zac was sure they had passed that tree at least four times. Not to mention that hotel looked extremely familiar...
Zac ripped the map out of Isaac’s slimy hands and shouted, “Ike, you fool! We’ve been following you for six hours and we haven’t gone anywhere!”
“Wasn’t that the point,” asked Ike.
“What?!!!” (Said by guess who!)
“Never mind, Tay,” (aha! You guessed right!) said Zac. “I’ll navigate from now on.”
With Zac in charge, the expedition proved much more successful.
At 6:30 that evening, they were more than ready to pitch camp.

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