English Descriptive Essay
Final Copy Descriptive Composition (#6):
My Airport Passage
Jet-black taxis and the shimmering lights of urgent security vehicles whizzed passed me as I patiently waited for a cease in the increasingly heavy airport traffic.
As I stepped inside the newly-built extremely, modern airport, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of bustling swarms of humanity; it was like a mixed rainbow of human skin – all different cultural backgrounds and colours rapidly moving around in a confused and disordered manner. I could, above all the chaotic buzz of civilization, hear loud thundering announcements and warnings crackling over the loudspeakers as I gripped tightly to the cold metal bars of my suitcase carrier. As I stepped in line to check in my bags, I was halted by the nauseating sweaty body-odour of a Spanish rugby team; I was then enlightened to the enthralling odorous fragrance of a well-kept, posh French woman swiftly passing by.
I successfully checked my bags in and moved ahead to the security area; tens of colourful patterned suitcases and bags were rolling smoothly rolling through the industrial scanners and x-rays. People of all ages stood there in the spinning scanners looking like they were about to complete a physical jumping jack. I could also hear loud beeps of finished scans and x-rays; it was an enormous operation of disarrayed flurry as every single person hurriedly hurled their belts and coins into the security bins. There was a pulsating vibe shared by everybody of beginning a voyage of adventure.
I finally got through to the airplane gate corridor; extraordinary delectable aromas of world-class cuisines swam freely around, suffusing my nose, watering my mouth for one of the luscious and picturesque, first-rate meals. I could see hundreds of eager, but ravenous travelers dining in different cultural food restaurants while other trekkers were dashing like Olympic sprinters to reach their gate in sufficient time to catch their
My Airport Passage
Jet-black taxis and the shimmering lights of urgent security vehicles whizzed passed me as I patiently waited for a cease in the increasingly heavy airport traffic.
As I stepped inside the newly-built extremely, modern airport, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of bustling swarms of humanity; it was like a mixed rainbow of human skin – all different cultural backgrounds and colours rapidly moving around in a confused and disordered manner. I could, above all the chaotic buzz of civilization, hear loud thundering announcements and warnings crackling over the loudspeakers as I gripped tightly to the cold metal bars of my suitcase carrier. As I stepped in line to check in my bags, I was halted by the nauseating sweaty body-odour of a Spanish rugby team; I was then enlightened to the enthralling odorous fragrance of a well-kept, posh French woman swiftly passing by.
I successfully checked my bags in and moved ahead to the security area; tens of colourful patterned suitcases and bags were rolling smoothly rolling through the industrial scanners and x-rays. People of all ages stood there in the spinning scanners looking like they were about to complete a physical jumping jack. I could also hear loud beeps of finished scans and x-rays; it was an enormous operation of disarrayed flurry as every single person hurriedly hurled their belts and coins into the security bins. There was a pulsating vibe shared by everybody of beginning a voyage of adventure.
I finally got through to the airplane gate corridor; extraordinary delectable aromas of world-class cuisines swam freely around, suffusing my nose, watering my mouth for one of the luscious and picturesque, first-rate meals. I could see hundreds of eager, but ravenous travelers dining in different cultural food restaurants while other trekkers were dashing like Olympic sprinters to reach their gate in sufficient time to catch their