Africa
After several hours of travelling a plane from England to Africa, with a man sitting next to me sleeping and snoring like a pig, I have finally reached my destination. When I arrived at the airport, I whizzed out of the plane and as I was coming down the huge steel stairs, I could feel the Sun burning my skin. While waiting in the queue, I was desperate to go to the toilet however I would lose my queue place, I couldn’t hold any more and finally I went to the toilet but then I had to go to the end of the queue and wait again. When I skipped out happily from the airport, I got myself into a taxi and asked to get me to closest hotel nearby. As I was laying on the back seat, I got into a conversation with the driver. He was a nice guy, it was such a good conversation that we started talking and giggling at the same time.
When I arrived at the hotel, I felt it is going to be some good holidays. It was enormous, the hotel of dream, when I came in I could smell some great cooking in the dining room and I think it was turkey. I came to the reception and asked for a room, paid for it and then went to the elevator. I got to my floor and I could hardly find my room, number 1020 however I finally found it. It was amazing, the room was absolutely amazing, it was huge, colourful and the deb was just for me. Comfortable, large and green my favourite colour. I went on many trips in many days and found it to be very interesting like seeing many animals attacking each other or the biggest crocodiles, it was fantastic. However, the day came that I had to go back.
Slowly I packed my thing so I would not forget anything, got into the taxi again and driven to the airport. The waiting for the plane was as boring as flying it but I had to wait. I thought it was hours of waiting but it was only 45 minutes. I climbed onto the stairs, got in a seat, and slept the whole way dreaming about that place thinking if to come back next time.