My Egyptian Holiday
17th August 2012.
Walking through the Egyptian desert in the blistering heat. Supposedly having a relaxing holiday but no, instead I have been dragged by my parents away from the pool to visit some pyramids, typical.
If the sun ray hitting my back like piercing daggers in the 40 degree heat wasn’t bad enough I am exhausted and fed up and want to go back to the plush hotel. To make things worse I have exasperate Egyptian men in my face trying to crowd me like hungry birds, attempting to sell their junk jewellery.
To top things off did I mention Egyptian men keep hassling me? For example just earlier some man appeared out of the blue querying my Mother to see if he could buy me for camels. Terrified, I stepped back and hoped he was joking. My Mother then joked about giving me away for free. I felt a rush of panic and nervously laughed. The man then approached me and went to pick me up but I didn’t find this very entertaining, more awkward.
Swiftly moving on I keep getting asked if I want to purchase a camel ride. I mean seriously… yes I would love the get on to this dribbling, dirty camel that is spitting everywhere, and not even know where it would take me, NOT. I would much rather be led out by the pool on a sunbed, watching the pool water glisten, whilst getting served refreshing drinks. Maybe to Egyptian adventures are not for me.
Great use of language in both pieces and showing different stylistic features. This shows good understanding of how language works. I particularly liked some of the images in the descriptive piece. All very promising so well done.
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