An Unexpected Journey
An unexpected journey
Tom looked down at his telephone, it was 4 p.m. and we had been walking for hours, more specific for two and a half. Lost in our own minds, and the thought of finding back to civilization before nightfall.
Five days earlier we had landed in Tanzania, and here our annual family vacation began. Even though we had had a truly unforgettable trip to Bahamas last year, this vacation would prove to turn our lives upside down in a way that we never had imagined. It was now eight hours since we had left the hotel to visit the famous Ngorongoro crater with our local guide, Tom. I ran up besides him and asked, “What time is it?” Tom looked down at me and answered, “I don’t know Emily. My phone is out of power.”
So what was the time now? 5 p.m.? 6 p.m.? I did not know, but the one thing I knew for sure was that I wished I never had agreed to go on this stupid trip.
Suddenly, Tom stopped. The darkness was surrounding us, and against all odds, we were back to where we started. We had been walking in circles.
I could not breathe anymore. The more I thought about our situation, the more I panicked.
Just when I thought the situation could not get any worse, we began to hear noises from the bushes. We were moving forward in a walking pace, but slowly we began running, faster and faster until we could not see our own feet moving anymore. At least Tom was also looking around him, and luckily his eyes found a light, “Hey, look at that! Over there, between the bushes!” We changed our direction, but sustained our pace.
Even though there were only about 1000 feet to the light, it felt like it took forever to reach it after such a frightening day in the sun. As we came closer, we could see that the light was illuminating a sign, “Faraja Primary School - Providing a life of opportunities to disabled children.”. About 50 feet behind the sign there was a house, and on front porch some men were sitting and talking. Tom approached them, and began speaking with
Tom looked down at his telephone, it was 4 p.m. and we had been walking for hours, more specific for two and a half. Lost in our own minds, and the thought of finding back to civilization before nightfall.
Five days earlier we had landed in Tanzania, and here our annual family vacation began. Even though we had had a truly unforgettable trip to Bahamas last year, this vacation would prove to turn our lives upside down in a way that we never had imagined. It was now eight hours since we had left the hotel to visit the famous Ngorongoro crater with our local guide, Tom. I ran up besides him and asked, “What time is it?” Tom looked down at me and answered, “I don’t know Emily. My phone is out of power.”
So what was the time now? 5 p.m.? 6 p.m.? I did not know, but the one thing I knew for sure was that I wished I never had agreed to go on this stupid trip.
Suddenly, Tom stopped. The darkness was surrounding us, and against all odds, we were back to where we started. We had been walking in circles.
I could not breathe anymore. The more I thought about our situation, the more I panicked.
Just when I thought the situation could not get any worse, we began to hear noises from the bushes. We were moving forward in a walking pace, but slowly we began running, faster and faster until we could not see our own feet moving anymore. At least Tom was also looking around him, and luckily his eyes found a light, “Hey, look at that! Over there, between the bushes!” We changed our direction, but sustained our pace.
Even though there were only about 1000 feet to the light, it felt like it took forever to reach it after such a frightening day in the sun. As we came closer, we could see that the light was illuminating a sign, “Faraja Primary School - Providing a life of opportunities to disabled children.”. About 50 feet behind the sign there was a house, and on front porch some men were sitting and talking. Tom approached them, and began speaking with