Kazakhstan Travel Writing Adventure Story
Student Essay
My country is spanless, and everything that is associated with it is very dear to me, meaning a lot. Since my early childhood, parents have inculcated a strong patriotic love to Kazakhstan in me, to it's rich nature in particular.
The Republic of Kazakhstan is an open-air museum with magnificent natural attractions, and on it's mineral abounding soil, marvels like boundless steppes, long-living forests, supreme mountains, seeking rivers and crystal clear lakes gratify the soul.
One of the most unusual and unique gifts from nature to our land is undoubtedly Lake Alakol, to which I had a growing interest from the time I was a child, and later this interest evolved into a craving to visit this place. But because of the coincidence of various circumstances, this wish has never been developed into a real objective and wasn't seriously examined either by my parents or me.
But that only lasted till the recent times...
“The final destination is reached! Welcome to Alakol, my friends!” Timur said solemnly, with a noticeable relief.
It was hard to believe that it had almost been 10 hours since we jumped on Tim's 'iron horse'. We've come a long, quite a wearing down way, (damn those roads, man!), but when you are in a company of closest friends time flies instantly.
The first summer of my emancipation ought never to be forgotten. I didn't have a desire to get drunk straight away or learn other 'delights' of adulthood life. The only thing I lacked with all those years was being away from strict supervision. Straight after graduation I couldn't overcome profound sense of complete responsiveness and thinking of being super mature.
Miras, Nazym, Timur and I are not just friends. Living through childhood and teenage-hood years together, playing on the same yard, helping each other with homework, falling in love for the first time, our ''Fantastic Four” has transmogrified into a family. Nothing in this world would be more epic than celebrating
My country is spanless, and everything that is associated with it is very dear to me, meaning a lot. Since my early childhood, parents have inculcated a strong patriotic love to Kazakhstan in me, to it's rich nature in particular.
The Republic of Kazakhstan is an open-air museum with magnificent natural attractions, and on it's mineral abounding soil, marvels like boundless steppes, long-living forests, supreme mountains, seeking rivers and crystal clear lakes gratify the soul.
One of the most unusual and unique gifts from nature to our land is undoubtedly Lake Alakol, to which I had a growing interest from the time I was a child, and later this interest evolved into a craving to visit this place. But because of the coincidence of various circumstances, this wish has never been developed into a real objective and wasn't seriously examined either by my parents or me.
But that only lasted till the recent times...
“The final destination is reached! Welcome to Alakol, my friends!” Timur said solemnly, with a noticeable relief.
It was hard to believe that it had almost been 10 hours since we jumped on Tim's 'iron horse'. We've come a long, quite a wearing down way, (damn those roads, man!), but when you are in a company of closest friends time flies instantly.
The first summer of my emancipation ought never to be forgotten. I didn't have a desire to get drunk straight away or learn other 'delights' of adulthood life. The only thing I lacked with all those years was being away from strict supervision. Straight after graduation I couldn't overcome profound sense of complete responsiveness and thinking of being super mature.
Miras, Nazym, Timur and I are not just friends. Living through childhood and teenage-hood years together, playing on the same yard, helping each other with homework, falling in love for the first time, our ''Fantastic Four” has transmogrified into a family. Nothing in this world would be more epic than celebrating