Travel Writing: There's No Place Like Home!

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Travel Writing:

There’s No Place Like Home!

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.

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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 desk looked at my passport and a ‘cheesy’ grin spread across his face. Then he ...

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