Travel Writing
The Sizzling Sahara!
This is a short story of two good friends who have known each other all of their lives. They go on an adventure together to test their friendship by travelling across the Sahara desert and dealing with the many problems associated with it.
...We eventually made it to the start of our expedition, although getting here was our own mini expedition. It was around 12 noon when Dave and I began our journey across the infamous Sahara dessert. We had been planning our journey for years but after a lot of persuasion I convinced Dave, who had been my best mate all my life to join me. He was quite a reserved person who never really liked a challenge but in the end I forced him into coming with me.
With a spring in our step we set forward on our crusade. There was a feeling in the air, a type of anxiousness, as we didn't know what would happen on our journey. The midday heat was immense; it felt like our skin was just burning away. We had only been travelling for a while but were already encountering problems. Our feet began to blister every time we took another step into the furnace. Well, I call it a furnace- the hot golden sand rushed between my toes; eroding away the skin. This made it harder to climb those notorious sand dunes, which can be up to 100ft high. The sun was now beginning to set. It was only at this point I realised what an eerie place this is. There was mixed emotions running through me. There is a certain stillness or you could say hostility about the Sahara. I then began to admire the beauty of the dessert. Although it was nothing but sand I enjoyed the peacefulness of the area. Then in the background I heard a penetrating scream from Dave who was now some distance behind me. I turned around and yelled.
The Sizzling Sahara!
This is a short story of two good friends who have known each other all of their lives. They go on an adventure together to test their friendship by travelling across the Sahara desert and dealing with the many problems associated with it.
...We eventually made it to the start of our expedition, although getting here was our own mini expedition. It was around 12 noon when Dave and I began our journey across the infamous Sahara dessert. We had been planning our journey for years but after a lot of persuasion I convinced Dave, who had been my best mate all my life to join me. He was quite a reserved person who never really liked a challenge but in the end I forced him into coming with me.
With a spring in our step we set forward on our crusade. There was a feeling in the air, a type of anxiousness, as we didn't know what would happen on our journey. The midday heat was immense; it felt like our skin was just burning away. We had only been travelling for a while but were already encountering problems. Our feet began to blister every time we took another step into the furnace. Well, I call it a furnace- the hot golden sand rushed between my toes; eroding away the skin. This made it harder to climb those notorious sand dunes, which can be up to 100ft high. The sun was now beginning to set. It was only at this point I realised what an eerie place this is. There was mixed emotions running through me. There is a certain stillness or you could say hostility about the Sahara. I then began to admire the beauty of the dessert. Although it was nothing but sand I enjoyed the peacefulness of the area. Then in the background I heard a penetrating scream from Dave who was now some distance behind me. I turned around and yelled.
