Journey in the Jeep - Original Writing
The air in Icmeler was humid. I could hardly breathe. When the water
bounced off the sides of the jetty it was incredibly refreshing. I
could smell the seaweed from miles away. It was disgusting. Sweat was
dripping from my brow all day long. I was constantly buying ice
creams, just to keep cool.
Every day I was awakened by the same sound. It was the big tourist
boats revving up their engines. Every morning I would sit on my
elegantly decorated balcony, and watch the Turkish men setting up
everything at the harbour. What show-offs they were! They would stand
on their boats posing, with their shirts off and wearing fake designer
sunglasses. The people were quite friendly however, even though they
loved themselves. Every restaurant I walked past had someone standing
outside, begging people to come inside. One of them actually dragged
me inside, literally. I thought it was so cheeky, but he thought it
was normal to do that.
It was approaching the end of my holiday in Turkey and I had enjoyed
my trip. I had taken part in many activities and I got to know a lot
about the Turkish culture. The thing I liked most however was the Jeep
Safari. It was an excellent day out……….
It was an incredibly hot day and the morning breeze was cooling me
down. I was looking forward to my safari however I didn't know what I
was in for. When I handed over my £100 I was told to go to a certain
place in Icmeler, near a large forest.
It was a very dirty place, in contrast to the fine Land Rover type
vehicles, which looked completely different by the end of the journey.
The jeep was white and shiny and the sun's rays were bouncing off them
and hurting my eyes. They looked like the jeeps that you get in
England, the Land Rovers, but without the roof. A scruffy, rough
looking man came over to talk to me. He looked like he had never had a
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