An Unforgettable Experience

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An Unforgettable Experience

It was my first time at Dubai Airport, the symbol of United Arab Emirates’ aviation ascendancy. The bustling International airport was a long way away from my rural residence. Due to the long distance, we had been obliged to take the taxi instead of making use of public transport. The atmosphere in the car was generally silent, but occasionally my parents moaned about all the minor discomforts of the journey. It felt like we were in a funeral. Hours after departing my house, we started noticing frequent aeroplanes, low down in the sky indicating the proximity to the airport. The roads had become more congested and the air was more contaminated than from where we had initially departed. During the taxi ride to Dubai Airport a sense of inexplicable anticipation had built up within me.

As we arrived at the airport, I stared in awe at the size and beauty of the place. Just looking at the sheer number of people in the airport overwhelmed me. When traveling by plane, most people are in fear of getting hijacked or the plane crashing, but the main form of fear for me was fear of getting lost at the airports or there being complications with the flight tickets. Although the reasons for my fear were trivial in comparison, they built up a sense of nervousness with me.

As I perambulated through the long, tedious, oblique passageway of the edifice into the capacious waiting room, I started quivering in obvious trepidation. The waiting room was an enormous room abundant with people from many different social classes. Parents tightly held their children’s hands in solitude of losing them in the bustling lounge.

For several hours, my parents and I nonchalantly chatting regarding the exhilarating things that we would do. Later, I perused the shelves of one of the chain stores. The prices of the products were charged extortionately, and therefore I did not buy anything from the airport. As I waited in the waiting room, I heard voices echo through the massive halls as people constantly channeled through the endless maze of walkways and escalators. Several hours later, passengers of my flight were escorted, like sheep escorted by shepherds, down a narrow walkway into the plane. The plane was flooded into by people who were abundant with colossal luggage bags. My family and I hastened to our seats and had a word-fight concerning the seating arrangement. After a menial safety lecture, we were asked to fasten our seat belt, which was a puzzling process since I did not know how the lock contraption worked, and get ready for take off.

 The aeroplane majestically strolled towards the runway. The din made by the engines roaring evoked reminiscence of a stampede. As the aeroplane accelerated and went higher in the sky, I stared out of the glass window and bid goodbye to the buildings and the people. They seemed to be becoming more and more miniature by the second, until I could no longer see them. When we were up in the earth's atmosphere, I felt as if I had been magically transported into the land of fluff and I was floating above the feather like clouds. Even though it was a considerable time ago, the thought of playing games on the plane using the onboard games console still stimulates a sense of excitement within me today. After several hours of exploring the world of onboard entertainment, I had a conversation with my older brother regarding our childhood memories. These memories were told so effectively, that we made each other laugh, and at other times cry. The air stewardess brought us food to consume, which we happily devoured. It was incredible how hungry the exhilaration had made us. One of my most memorable reminiscence was when I asked my dad why my ears hurt, and then after a long-winded rationalization, regretting asking this question.

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As the plane landed on the ground, I woke up. It necessitated several seconds of intensive brain usage to recollect where I was. As I remembered, I stretched in my seat, and felt the vivacity flow back into my limbs. The aircraft slowed down and a placid murmur rose through the plane. The reassuring voice of the pilot reverberated through the aircraft. Stewardesses walked ostentatiously up and down isles collecting the rubbish. Still in a half alert state, and exceedingly tired, I strolled down the steps, and off the massive metal plane. Subsequently, I headed towards the baggage collection unit, ...

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