An Alternate Ending Of A Hero's Journey Chapter 6
The van that awaited them outside was white and had the travel agency’s name painted on the doors: VIAGIX.
— My mother chose this name because she thinks it calls customers.
— And she must be right. It's flashy.
Peter spoke in the tone of someone who wanted to help establish a spirit of total camaraderie as soon as possible, and the others nodded yes. They had just finished piling up the backpacks and were preparing to take their seats, when Vicente asked:
— What have you seen on the island already?
— The sea — the twins answered in chorus.
— The sea?
— Yes. Because Marítimo has facilities for interns and by chance, we were selected to sleep there.
— Those who slept elsewhere didn’t get the tour. This meeting was serious, with a lot of training …show more content…
A lovely afternoon, a magnificent landscape, no job to be done, what a delight. As they drove away from the city, sometimes they would pass through tunnels, other times they would pass by less populated areas. Aniceto, used to driving tourists, felt obliged to give explanations about the places they passed by and he even said a few sentences that they didn't listen because they let themselves get were carried away by scattered thoughts and felt like travelling in silence. The sea, always present on the right side, was a blue so strong and bright that it caught their eyes. Over the waters, from a distance, three small stone islets spurred the …show more content…
And if you really open your eyes you can see that the tablecloth is on the way.
In fact, an increasingly thick white fog had descended on the Desertas and already covered their top.
— There’s fog forming.
— What a pity!
— I don’t think so. It gives the landscape a mysterious look.
— Shall we continue? — Aniceto asked.
— Yes. While it’s possible, yes. We’ll turn back only if the fog becomes dense.
The twins felt a shiver that they associated with the moisture and the low temperature. Convinced that the stroll would be short and without adventures to remember, they put on the cardigans. Aniceto, hunched over the steering wheel, was driving with utmost care now.
— There is nothing more dangerous for a driver than fog.
— But this road has almost no movement.
— Thinking that way is what gets us. When you least expect it another car comes and «pam!».
Slowly, due to the poor visibility, I drove them to the road limit, which did not exactly reach Ponta de São Lourenço.
— From here only on foot. But with a day like this, is it worth it?
— Maybe not. In any case I feel like stretching my
— My mother chose this name because she thinks it calls customers.
— And she must be right. It's flashy.
Peter spoke in the tone of someone who wanted to help establish a spirit of total camaraderie as soon as possible, and the others nodded yes. They had just finished piling up the backpacks and were preparing to take their seats, when Vicente asked:
— What have you seen on the island already?
— The sea — the twins answered in chorus.
— The sea?
— Yes. Because Marítimo has facilities for interns and by chance, we were selected to sleep there.
— Those who slept elsewhere didn’t get the tour. This meeting was serious, with a lot of training …show more content…
A lovely afternoon, a magnificent landscape, no job to be done, what a delight. As they drove away from the city, sometimes they would pass through tunnels, other times they would pass by less populated areas. Aniceto, used to driving tourists, felt obliged to give explanations about the places they passed by and he even said a few sentences that they didn't listen because they let themselves get were carried away by scattered thoughts and felt like travelling in silence. The sea, always present on the right side, was a blue so strong and bright that it caught their eyes. Over the waters, from a distance, three small stone islets spurred the …show more content…
And if you really open your eyes you can see that the tablecloth is on the way.
In fact, an increasingly thick white fog had descended on the Desertas and already covered their top.
— There’s fog forming.
— What a pity!
— I don’t think so. It gives the landscape a mysterious look.
— Shall we continue? — Aniceto asked.
— Yes. While it’s possible, yes. We’ll turn back only if the fog becomes dense.
The twins felt a shiver that they associated with the moisture and the low temperature. Convinced that the stroll would be short and without adventures to remember, they put on the cardigans. Aniceto, hunched over the steering wheel, was driving with utmost care now.
— There is nothing more dangerous for a driver than fog.
— But this road has almost no movement.
— Thinking that way is what gets us. When you least expect it another car comes and «pam!».
Slowly, due to the poor visibility, I drove them to the road limit, which did not exactly reach Ponta de São Lourenço.
— From here only on foot. But with a day like this, is it worth it?
— Maybe not. In any case I feel like stretching my