Travel Writing

Travel Writing

As I stepped out of the aeroplane, the heat hit me. You can always

feel it straight away when you go some place warm. Anyway, I began

walking towards our bus, pushing my suitcase trolley along with a

squeak every time the front right wheel made a complete turn. I

approached the bus and a random man seemed to come from nowhere, took

the cases, and just threw them into the little hatch under the bus. He

had an extremely unusual serious look on his face. I just left him to

it and got on.

We arrived at our hotel which seemed like a nice little cosy place.

The beach was right in front of us - white sand, crystal clear water,

the perfect, paradise beach. Out of the blue, a speed boat come flying

round the cliffs, which surrounded the beach, with a speeding banana

boat attached, and about six screaming maniacs holding on to try and

stay as dry as possible. So much for the quiet and perfect beach.

Anyway, I got my belongings and wandered off into my hotel, searching

for the reception, ending up in the bar area.

A few hours later, I was in my room settling in. I had a quick shower,

got changed and went out exploring. As soon as I had set foot out of

the hotel premises, roughly three fairly large (as in obese) coloured,

men approached me, squabbling on in what sounded like Spanish. One had

a cardboard tray full of stale doughnuts, while the other two were

trying to get my attention with what looked to be an expensive amount

of jewellery. I barged my through the three of them, and just kept

walking, fairly swiftly in any direction to try and lose those

nutter's. Turned around when I had reached the beach, and I noticed

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... creeping up the beach and then retreating back

again. This time there was no grumpy, old banana boat man to spoil the

peace and quiet, so I thought. Then, came the bin men. Wonderful I

thought what kind of local council has the bin men call at ten in the

evening? It seriously confused me. They were fairly odd people as

well, they had dirty looking faces and green overall type clothes.

They were mumbling some sort of gibberish to each other as well whilst

wheeling every bin they could find towards the lorry.

After they had left, it was closing time for the restaurant. I paced

my way back to the hotel slowly enjoying the sound of the sea. It's

quite a soothing sound really. Even though this resort was more boring

than watching paint dry, it was extremely relaxing. Not really what

you would expect when you go to Ibiza.