Travel Writing
Monday 16th of December, 4 pm. I got out of the plane and walked down
a glass tunnel, disappointed. During the whole trip, I was imagining
that it would just paradise. A bright blue sky, exotic birds,
multi-coloured pelicans, coconut trees everywhere and the
pulchritudinous sea. I was wrong. The airport was at least ten miles
away from any town and more than fifty miles away from the sea. The
only thing that was true was the sky’s cyanosis and lividness and it
kept my hopes up that I would soon be putting my feet in the Pacific
Ocean. I could hear people talking in lots of different languages. In
front of me was Asian group talking, with their ever shrinking cameras
hanging from their necks, and behind me I could hear a French couple
discussing what they were going to do for the rest of the day, their
faces hidden under a map.
I was looking for my parents because a huge crowd of tourists had
separated us. I finally see them on the other side of the group of
tourists, talking to the custom agent with...
to emerge from a wet sleeping bag, which seemed to cling to me like a
December 2; disembarked on Cuba's south coast. December 18, the 12 survivors started the first
Travel writers or adventurers all write pieces that deal with the same premise: the discovery and experience of the New World. However, in their writing, it is evident that there is an ulterior motive in mind. These motives or purposes can be classified in two broad categories: to persuade people to come to the new world and to warn people of the dangers they may encounter in the new world. It is easy to explore these themes by paying particular attention a couple of notorious writers: Christopher Columbus, Bartolome De Las Casas, and John Smith.
Waking up with a flush of air from an opening door, my brother barged hastily into my bedroom with a phone to his ear.
The Smith’s a family of 4 were at their vacation cabin enjoying a beautiful summer day in Salt Lake City, Utah. They had decided to go camping, while they were out gathering wood for a fire they heard a strange noise. It sounded like an elephant and a pig. The oldest girl told her parents what she had heard and they didn't believe her, they thought she was losing her mind. Until the next night while the kids were asleep John and Joanne heard the same noise their oldest daughter Elizabeth had heard the night before they looked out of their tent to find a strange looking creature with the body of a elephant and the head of a pig standing about 20 yards. They didn't want to scare their kids so the next day when the kids woke up John and Joanne
I arrived at the islands just yesterday. I was a mess when I arrived; I reeked of horrible body odor. My clothes were soaked with salt water, and were as rigid as a board. I had sea sickness, too, so I spent most of the travel throwing up and having diarrhea. I wasn’t the worst, though; some others had fever, and had to be crammed inside a small compartment so none of the others would get sick. For the last couple months of the journey, though, I was emotionally beaten and depressed. I thought I might die out there, and never get to see you again. However, when we arrived at the islands, everything seemed to be perfectly pristine there. The islands were pure paradise, filled with sunshine and gentle waves. Considering that it was October,
The trees are big, leaves flowing in the wind, soft sand on your feet and the best of all the shining blue water of Maui,Hawaii full of underwater plants and mysterious creatures. Although, Hawaii can be scary deep down, deep in the wild that is unknown and undiscovered.
Theta poked his head into the firing range. Jack was near a table, loading all sorts of guns. His stomach practically churned at the sight, but he fought against it and walked in. He leant against the wall, arms folded. He was practically telling his mind to go ahead and do this--but his body was disagreeing time and times over. ‘’Alright,’’ the captain said, turning to him. ‘’We’re gonna need eye protection and ear defenders.’’ With that, he handed a pair of headphones to Theta -- blue with the Torchwood logo donned on the sides. He took them and put them on -- and did the same with the yellow-colored glasses. Jack did the same, and picked up yet another automatic. ‘’It’s all yours,’’ he handed it over.
“Although the walk was long, and I had no one to talk to.” “I enjoyed it,” Titus said as he adjusted himself in his chair trying to look taller, he continued. “I plan to return to you village and visit with the people, both here and the nearby farms.”
Without bothering to even look back, Clary immediately left the happy and safe atmosphere of the brightly lit little house that rested up top the small hill, setting off into the unknown. Her small hands gripped the leather reins, while she rode through the familiar village in which she'd learned to call home over the last several years. The town was usually ridiculously cherry and tranquil at night. Red brick shops, including the bakery, small bookshop, and other business's sat in perfectly adjacent straightened cordial rows. Many of their doorway's lit brightly by soft lanterns. Plants growing in pots added a nice touch and splashes of color to the establishments, which interrupted the annoying, continuous cobblestone pathway on which Wayfarer
Out of all the places to be born, why did it have to be this horrible place? It's so boring here! All I ever do is royal lessons on how to drink tea properly or how to walk like the "soon to be King" I am. Tch, who ever said I wanted to be King of this wreched kingdom? I, as the Westington people, know completely what I am capable of and but of course, what is a King who's subjects aren't loyal or supportive in any manor?
At least what’s what the pilot said. It was a 11:37 in the morning when my brother Zack and I were taking a trip down to Hawaii to see our family. On the first week of summer vacation him and I fly down there for about two or three weeks. But this summer everything went wrong.
“If only it was as simple as planned,” thought Thomas. Reminiscing on past conversations he recalled the specific words, “Let’s keep this simple, shall we? I don’t the slightest bit of suspicion towards me. When we walk in I will give you the supplies, all you need to do is finish the deal.” After that said, the tall man wearing a trench coat walked away leaving a trail of questions to be answered, but none were asked.
I am Katelyn Zdanowicz sister of Becca and daughter of Amy. Austin is not really family, so we are planning on killing him soon. We are going on a trip to the New World. Everybody is packed and ready for the trip to the New World. We don’t know how long it will be, so we brought a lot of supplies to keep us alive such as a giant blanket, medicine, a needle and thread, seeds, food, water, fishing equipment, tools, knives, rubbing alcohol, dishes, and candles. We need to kill Austin on the ship so we don’t waste any supplies on him. We have extra supplies in his suitcase because all he wanted to bring was alcohol. We need board in the morning at 8:00 sharp, so we need to board the ship called the Speedwell soon so we can meet up with the Mayflower for our journey. The Speedwell is going to take us there, but we hear that it is leaking, so I don’t know if we will make it the whole way without going on the Mayflower.
March 18th, 2018. Today we are testing out my creation, the Gemini-Scout. My brother, Derrick Gonzalez, a miner, is going underground into his mine, and I will control the robot. The robot will go into the mine and find him. If all goes well, I could be rich! An engineer, Shawn Gonzalez wrote in his journal. He shut the book and stuffed in into his brown leather satchel. With one of his large hands, he flipped his long, dirty blonde hair. He stood up and walked over to his control station and put on the white headset. Shawn’s bright blue eyes met Derrick’s green ones. Shawn was average height, skinny, and had a big head. Unlike Shawn, Derrick was tall, and rather large.