Holiday at Fun Island Resort, Maldives
I awoke to a thud and the noise of what sounded like thunder. The
aeroplane had just landed in Male, the capital of the Maldives. I was
ecstatic when we decided to go to the Maldives on holiday, one of the
most romantic places to visit or so I am told.
Alex and I grabbed the bags from the overhead lockers and scrambled
our way down the busy aisle towards the exit. When we got off the
plane you could feel the intense heat almost immediately. The sun was
gleaming down on my uncovered arms and legs and I began to feel a
burning sensation on my skin.
The runway was extremely small compared to the ones at Manchester
Airport, 2440 metres long to be exact. I'd read it in a book on the
plane. It was like a small island floating on the sea.
We were directed to a bus that would take us up to the airport where
we had the go through Customs and collect our luggage. The bus had no
seating, apart from the driver's seat of course, so everyone was
standing up trying to grasp at something solid to hang on to while the
bus was in motion. There was so many of us on the bus, we were like
squashed sardines in a tin.
Once we had passed through customs and retrieved our luggage we were
told by our holiday representative to have a drink in the café outside
and wait until they announced our Island at which point we would then
board a speed-boat to reach our holiday destination.
The café was extremely busy and crowded and it didn't seem like there
were any vacant tables. I looked around and noticed that some people
were gathering their belongings as though they were about to leave at
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creaked in the darkness with each footstep we took. There was a slight
warm breeze that gently ruffled my neatly styled hair. We sat on the
steps at the end of the jetty which were a little damp from the sea
splashing over it. It was a tranquil evening. The moon's reflection
was glistening on the sea that was gently rippling. For a long time we
just gazed at the twinkling stars in the sky, pointing out to each
other the different constellations and then Alex began to gaze into my
eyes and smiled. He put his strong arms around me and held me tight. I
felt safe. He began to tell me what a wonderful time he had on holiday
and how being with me made it more special. At this point, thoughts
were running though my mind, I was thinking what's got into him, he's
not the soppy type, he's not going to propose, is he?
about to urinate all over the bus, but they decided it would just be another
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
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I saw him making his way over to me and I felt my heart begin to race.
pile against his chest. Then he sat back and looked at the water with bright excited eyes.”
...lorida and that he bought a house. He told me I could stay over when I go down there. I say, “okay” just to be polite. He gave me his number and he asked me for mine. I thought “ I do not want to give you my number, are you crazy?” So I told him I had to go to class, I’ll call him when I go to Florida.
The anticipation of this day had been building up for some time over that last few months, and now it was upon me at last. I didn’t feel the same excitement I had leading up to this moment, I even kind of grumbled to myself about how I wished the bus was bigger so that I would be more comfortable. We all had our assigned seats, but no one seemed to be where they were supposed to be. The anxiousness of getting to Colorado was causing a great deal of confusion, chaos, and stress. The noise of everyone carrying on and yelling could be compared to the way a screaming crowed sounds at an AC/DC concert.
The physical layout of the bus was quite tradition with many seats along the side of the bus, normally two seats
140 to 150 metres at its widest point. The fact that it was built in a
and is bordered on one side by a cathedral with twin mother of pearl towers that
was late as usual. I ran to the bus stop with my briefcase. My tie flew in the
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When most people think about an eventful or memorable place, they almost certainly would not picture a bus. As we all know, buses are not exactly attractive. The design scheme is the same in almost every bus: rows and rows of brown seats, a thin black aisle down the middle of the bus, hundreds of hazy windows, and the big, lemon-yellow exterior. Not many people, I am sure, would consider buses to be an important part of their lives. However, if a person were to think about it, they would realize that they probably have had at least one memorable experience in their life that took place on a bus.
We went to the airport and found out that we had a jumbo jet to take
I felt very manly. He and I went to the park to see what we could do there.