Personal Narrative - Travel Writing

Personal Narrative - Travel Writing

I took a final look around my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten

anything.

Feeling depressed, yet eager to go home, I walked out of the room

lugging my suitcase behind me, as I carefully closed the door.

I entered the elevator sorrowfully. I pressed the button to go to the

lobby where I would be able to check out and hand back the key. The

door opened and I stepped outside, still dragging my immensely heavy

suitcase!

I strolled to the reception desk and gave the receptionist the key

with the number '319' accurately engraved on the gold key chain.

"Have a safe trip home", he said with a warm pleasant smile on his

face.

"Thank you", I replied politely, and walked off.

I liked that receptionist. He was incredibly welcoming and hospitable.

I saw a few fellow students walking towards the hotel's exit. I ran

rapidly in order to catch up with them. We stepped outside together.

The cold wind stinging us sharply. My hands were freezing and I

guessed my nails were blue too. I couldn't see them through the purple

nail polish I applied the other night. The bus journey was,

thankfully, not bumpy, because Holland is flat.

We arrived at the airport.

The only thing on my mind was 'Oh no! Not another airplane!'

We were twenty-six students and three teachers. The truth is, we

looked like a mob attacking the airport! All twenty-nine of us were

pulling suitcases and carrying backpacks.

I thought the check-in was going to be a nightmare but it wasn't as

bad as I expected it to be. The queue seemed to flow by. Like fish in

a river.

Finally, my turn came. The worker at the d...

... middle of paper ...

...' and '516' but

failed to find '515' (our room!). we later discovered that all the odd

numbers are on side of the hotel and the even numbers on another!

We went to breakfast. The milk was yellow and the food was repulsive!

I went back to my room feeling sick!

I understood then what the worker at the desk in Holland meant by a

discouraging country. As a matter of fact, I felt the same way!

I fell asleep. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. It was my

teacher telling me that they found a plane to take us home! I nearly

flew to the lobby!

We went to the airport and found out that we had a jumbo jet to take

us home.

There was no one on board the plane except our school and two other

fine gentlemen when the plane took off.

We landed safely in Cairo after a day of living hell! I'm sure you'll

agree!