Travel Writing

Travel Writing The Bahamas is full of a vast array of inimitable little islands, populated by the laid back people of the Caribbean. Great Exuma is one of these, a place of warm tranquillity and relaxation, a place where peace can be found. A minute number of people inhabit the 90 mile stretch of land where you will find an amazing variety of wildlife. The majority of untouched island is covered by jungle-like surroundings known as the mangrove, its inhabitants being deadly scorpions and snakes, roofed by the leaves under which poisonous skull-spiders shelter. The vast green mangrove covering the island surrounds a small quiet town where the few inhabitants of this unique part of the world will be found. The locals are friendly people, mainly running small restaurants or fishing businesses, giving them enough money to live freely. The blasé approach to life of a Caribbean person portrays a world with no sense of time or schedule, no strain to fulfil ambition, a world that is barely recognized in today's modern corporate world that is so full of worry and responsibility. The simplicity of life that Great Exuma radiates is what makes it so attractive compared to the demanding, dull and taxing environment we live in ourselves. The sea that surrounds any Caribbean island is what could hold you there forever. The changing tides of the crystal clear ocean allow for you to walk

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Travel Writing

ABOVE: Birds eye view of Preston Preston is a striking city, an exciting city, Preston is MY city. For all you people who 'judge a book by its cover'. STOP! Right now, because Preston is not just about historical background and boring old museums. You get the night life through out the whole week. When ever I go to a club I make great friends, the people of Preston I've got to say are very friendly. With the city buses, (which I use all the time) they are fast, reliable and better still, inexpensive. If I am in the mood to have abit of privacy whilst I'm traveling I use the taxi service affordable fares, and friendly drivers which comes free with the ride, also not forgetting our train service which can get you in to Preston as, 'fast as a hare' If you absolutely love shopping then you'll really love going to The Mall shopping centre that's the place to be, my friend when you want to just wander around, and you might want to buy some great souvenirs to take back with you, or you could even choose to do some retail therapy shopping, With Preston's wide variety of shops, I do not see an excuse of how you can go wrong. When you get to the end of the shops, or even quite bored, you can wander to the market square where there is mostly something to do, why not sit on the big Ferris wheel so you can enjoy looking at Preston through a birds eye view? Better still, instead of

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Travel writing

Back Home I stood staring into space, filled with joy. The air was dense with excitement and I found it difficult to breathe. I was standing in the middle of the train station of what a decade ago would be part of the China Sea. According to my memory, Ho Yuen was an undeveloped but secure town where I lived for the first four years of my life. Now, I was going back to visit my old friends and kindergarten teachers, especially Mr. Zhang, my affable educator and confidant who I respected and admired. I got on the bus outside the train station, about to go exploring and discovering the astonishing developments of my hometown. The coach took off with a loud roar, and the next thing I knew I was already on the highway, speeding. There seemed to be no limit to the maximum speed of the public transportation and it just kept on increasing its velocity. The vehicle was travelling at such an unnecessary speed that I could barely see the dark green foliage next to the road. The bus accelerated endlessly as my heart began to beat like a train, escaping furiously from a fatal explosion. When the breath-taking journey finally ended with a sudden clamorous brake, I let out a sigh of relief and thankfulness. After all these years, I was finally back home. Looking at the modern Ho Yuen, the scene of my last day in here eleven years ago appeared in my mind? Mum said we would never come

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Travel Writing Coursework

Travel Writing Coursework. Leena Patel 10BW. I could see the doors right in front of me; I wheeled my suitcase behind me towards the exit. The doors flung open and an immense gush of hot air took me by surprise. I gazed round and I could see a pure blue sky, surrounding a powerful gold plate looking downwards. I also saw several exotic palm trees. Coming from London, it was definitely different. There was no chance in seeing a bright blue sky, without a single grey cloud. I wasn't alone; I had my mum, my aunt and my aunt's friend - with me in Florida, Orlando. On my way, in the taxi, I saw lots of tall glass cityscapes. It basically looked like London but was more commercialised for tourists. I arrived at the Quality Inn Hotel. I had to share a room with my aunt, which I was not too pleased about. The swimming pool was dreadful. It was like a swamp, infested with germs and a sickly green fluid, floating on the surface. We never went in. Not once. We had breakfast at the classic diner - Denny's. I picked up the menu and my eyes popped out of its sockets. It was gruesome. The mere sight of the meals was devastating. Everything was either full of fat or was fried. There was hamburgers, pancakes, chocolate smoothes, pizzas, milkshakes, etc. and everything apart from breakfast and drinks came with chips. No wonder most of the population in America are obese; it's no surprise. I

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Travel Writing - Dubai

GCSE English - Travel Writing - Dubai The monotonous hours on the plane ended as I walked to the antique bus which drove the passengers from the plane to the airport. The cool Dubai breeze hit me for the first time like a strong scent coming from the perfume section of House of Fraser and I forced my mood to alleviate as I was now no longer tightly squeezed into the torturing seats of the plane. Fortunately, the weather had also lightened its mood and had let the heat replace the cool breeze that penetrated my skin as if it was freezing cold water. My dad was now hastily searching for our passports as he was sat down on a scorching seat in the bus. My mum, who looked as if she had been woken from a twenty-four hour sleeping marathon, was now busy combing her springy hair. On the other hand, my brother was now agitated from undergoing a mission of his own; going without the toilet for ten hours. Every time he had endeavoured to get up from his seat and go to the toilet the constant queue of four or five desperate people in front of the small cubicle returned him back in to his own seat. It took about two minutes for the bus to slowly drive from the Emirates plane to the airport. Getting through the grey tinted glass doors, into the airport was another task in itself, since there was now uproar within the passengers to quickly shift inside and be first in the queue for

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trip of a lifetime

The trip of a lifetime. It was the warmest it had been in Los Angeles since the summer of last year. All over the city people were shedding their thick, bulky sweaters for flirty little skirts and colorful Havainas flip-flops.. After a long, cold winter and a spring that felt just as horridly cold as winter, summer was finally starting to show its warmth and splendor. There was a calm serenity all over the city, as people layed in the sun, played in their backyards on the newly exposed green grass. Everywhere was quiet. Everywhere, that is, except the room of the girl who lived in 45 St. every where except in the room of Liza Duke. Liza was ecstatic, and had no intention of expressing her enthusiasm quietly. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, and after a moment of stillness in a silent shock, she screamed a louder scream than had been previously expelled for her mouth. If she had heard correctly, and she was sure she had, then her best friend, Nikky Smith, had invited her to go to Ibiza that summer along with their friends, Reese and Lucy, in a mere three weeks. According to her also ecstatically excited best friend, Nikky´s parents had a gorgeous house on the beach in Ibiza and they were letting the four girls stay there for the whole summer, by themselves! Liza's head was spinning with ideas of what the trip would be like, and what they would do there, and

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The visit

Max Dawe 10T The Visit - 27/3/07 As the dust began to settle, I lay trapped under the rubble of my hotel room. What had just happened? A terrorist attack? A suicide bomber? I began to realize what had happened. I had seen devastation like this before. The room was filled with darkness except for a small beam of light glaring through the cracked wall. Broken glass was everywhere amongst the bricks and mud scattered on the layer of dust covering the hotel room floor. Ornaments and paintings had been tossed from the walls, into a pile of chaos and destruction. Parts of the walls had tumbled down, making the environment difficult to breathe in. Like a half bitten sandwich, the room sat silently in ruin. The rug that had once dominated the room was now sprawled out lifelessly across the floorboards, covered in debris. The four poster bed was in mammoth splinters. The occasional creak came from bursting floorboards and slight moans from me hidden in the shadows. The en-suite was now in the same room as I was. All I could smell was a slight smell of iron, presumably blood. There was a huge hole in the floor boards smashed by falling concrete. I was totally alone. Where was my daughter? The building that had once housed this room was in ruins. It had once been a luxury five star hotel on the south of the island in a town called Santo Domingo. It had a swimming pool, tennis courts

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The Wait.

The Wait Tuesday 11th September 2001 "Did you get the present for Joseph" murmured Steven. "Yes just like you said, an X box with 2 controllers and Splinter cell and Fifa 2003." Steven was my boss; he employed me to be his P.A. He was obese. He had chubby cheeks which were permanently rosy. His teeth were depleted, his body moved in blubber as he walked. He ate too much. "Sir could you walk this way, a woman called as she directed us to the Hanger where the Aeroplane was stored. Steven was very critical about what he travelled in. He made sure he had his own Jet, he didn't like talking to all the other business men, apparently he found them boring. He was quite engulfed in the conversation he had with Verne Troyer AKA "Mini Me" last time we went with American Airlines. We trotted into the Jet and sat down for take off. "What time is the meeting Zack" Steven asked pulling on the collar of his shirt, he appeared to be sweating. "8:00am" I said glancing through his diary, "then you have a meeting with Apple, in San Diego, in California at 5:45pm, so we will have to leave New York by 11am." I said casually. "Where's my laptop" snapped Steven. "It's here" I trusted it into his hands. 2hrs Later 7:14am We walked off the plane, where a Limousine was waiting by the Jet, we clambered in and the Chauffer drove off. We were held up at the gates because the guard

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The Wait.

The Wait I was beginning to wish that I had not arrived so early. Already I had studied the menu at least tree times and surreptitiously had surveyed the other costumers, to make sure that I was dressed appropriately. I was relieved to find that the clothes I had dithered over that morning were suitable. This was a restaurant that I had often walked past, peering in longingly though the windows but never dreaming I would ever occupy a seat in restaurant. I jerked back to reality as the appearance of a woman in the doorway caused my heart to race and my stomach to lurch. Perhaps it was Kim, as she approached I could feel my palms begin to sweat. I leant forward and put my hands on the arms of the chair and uncrossed my legs ready to stand up and greet her, slowly I relaxed and felt myself grow taller and more confident but the woman veered off to the right towards another table, where a much older man was already on his feet and who greeted her enthusiastically, kissing her on both cheeks before leading her to her seat at his table. I was disappointed, that deflected feeling of rejection, except it wasn't rejection as nobody had yet arrived. I continued to try to lose myself in thoughts. That uncomfortable feeling of sitting on your own descended on me so I held the napkin, unfolding and folding it again and again. I glanced over at the couple who were by this time

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The Wait.

The Wait The rain fell repeatedly down past the small, misted glass window, which lit the room where Charlie Greene lay. It was a small, cold, unwelcoming, square shaped room. It was bare and only consisted of a few necessary items; a small wooden bed, an unhygienic toilet, which had lost the seat, a run down sink, and a broken wooden desk, which was covered in graffiti. The walls were chipped and dented and the lime green paint, which had originally covered them, was scarce, the majority had chipped off and fallen to the ground. The carpet was mustard brown however, originally it had been crème but now it was now filthy dirty and covered in bacteria and waste, there were rips in the carpet and it was made of a hard, irritable fabric which was cold to walk on. After the flooding two years ago there were water stains on the ceiling; the stains were brown and particularly in one area they left circular patterns. The water stains had clearly not been treated so algae had formed in the corners of the room, the algae was green and let off an unpleasant smell. The whole room smelt damp and muggy and it was so cold that as soon as you entered you caught a chill down your spine. There was a small radiator in the corner of the room but it gave out no heat whatsoever and hadn't for some time. The radiator was rusty and dented and you could see that someone had purposely been

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