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A Travellers Tale.

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A Travellers Tale Always eager for a bargain any particular deal, Mr Paterson, short plump, with a balding head, decided that once again the holiday to Sri Lanka was going to be on the cheap. Remembering that he'd read in the past in some irrelevant magazine that Pakistanis had a particular fetish for gold coins, Mr Paterson made it his mission to come across some gold coins and strike up a deal with the Pakistani travel agency. Finally retrieving an exceptionally bulky bag of coins from a tiny back street shop in the Portobello Road, he made his way to a Travel Agent above the laundrettes in Lambs Connate Street. Two Pakistani men ran the Travel Agent and as expected Mr Paterson was very susceptible to any convincing offer that came his way. The deal consisted of a change over flight in Karachi, Pakistan. Then on to Sri Lanka, this deal worked both ways. So, once again Mr Paterson and his wife found themselves travelling economy class on a remarkably unusual airline that no one had ever heard of, which somehow only seemed to be surviving by the skin of its teeth. The deal had gone well for Mr Paterson; twenty gold coins in exchange for a trip for two for three weeks to Sri Lanka; the only slight annoyance was that they had to sit in transit for three hours at Karachi. ...read more.


Nothing was going to stand in the way of Mr Paterson and the finding of his cigarettes; if you could have seen him you would have seen the lines of resolve on his face. Mr Paterson checked the second and third plane, but yet there was no sign of the Gauloise cigarettes. Not down hearted by this reality Mr Paterson continued with his escapade. After leaving the fourth aeroplane he suddenly noticed that there were twenty enormous Pakistani giants. Who were running towards the aeroplane holding guns? Mr Paterson thinking nothing of it wondered what kind of scandal was going on now and decided that after finding his cigarettes (which was of course his number one priority) he would make it his charge to find out. On board the fifth aeroplane Mr Paterson searched just as before. And again the cigarettes were not found. As he descended the aeroplane at the back he found himself looking straight down the barrel of a high powered rifle. Bewildered and alarmed Mr Paterson shouted that he couldn't believe and this there had to be some sort of mistake. 'You're under arrest if you come this way we will escort you to our captain' said the Pakistani giant in faultless English. As the upright Englishman was escorted from the Runway to the main airport building, tourists and locals looked at him in utter abhorrence. ...read more.


The English had no taste the Captain thought. Maybe this crude Englishman was perhaps just looking for his precious cigarettes. He seemed of the cheapskate, materialistic breed. Mr Paterson now was brimming with rage and anxiety (for his flight back to England and wife). He was restless, and began to tap his feet against the floor. 'TAP, TAP, TAPETY, TAP' After some interrogation, and having conferred with his colleagues, the Captain said conclusively 'Mr Paterson, I think that perhaps there has been a slight error, and we have got your intentions wrong.' 'Now if you would let us accompany you back to your wife and awaiting flight, we will try and make the rest of your stay in Pakistan airport as pleasing as possible.' Mr Paterson, perplexed and astonished was dumbstruck. Walking through the airport towards the transit lounge seemed like a dream to him. Once catching sight of his wife however he quickly managed to regain his arrogant strut. Mrs Paterson, who was concerned and distressed due to the sudden disappearance of her husband, was relieved at the sight of him. He had forgotten in all the confusion about how he had just abruptly left her with not a word. When Mrs Paterson's inquisitive questions of 'Where have you been? ' 'What have you done? ' 'Who are these people?' All he could say in reply was 'I was looking for my cigarettes? But I never found them.' Theodora Birch English Coursework ...read more.

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