Write about a time when you went on a holiday that turned out to be disappointing.
Write about a time when you went on a holiday that turned out to be disappointing.
The November holiday had finally arrived after a long wait. I had finished my N level examination and could finally pamper myself for a holiday trip with my friends. While I was pondering over which destination we will be heading for, I came upon an advertisement on the internet, promoting on a holiday trip at Malaysia. The advertisement caught my attention and hence, I decided to go ahead for it. It was the first day of our breakout from those remarkable high-rise buildings. I arrived at my destination at around noon after having a long taxi ride and I headed for the lobby to check in. “Hey Eric! Can’t you see all these kids standing right in front of you? Help them get to her room now!” the receptionist flared. The man came over to reach out for our luggage with his gnarled and knobbly hands unwillingly. He had an unkempt ratty brown hair and a dull, weather-beaten face. He showed us to our room, landing my luggage with a loud thud and stomped off, every footstep echoing like a public announcement. “What an impolite young man!” I thought.
Not willing to dampen our holiday spirit, I urged my friends to take a look in our hotel room instead. I opened the door as the hinges squeaked. To my horror, the room was humid and warm, pungent with the smell of urine. The mosaic floor was covered with blackish puddles and shoe-prints. The dark corners underneath tables and behind cabinets were infested with armies of bugs and cockroaches.
The November holiday had finally arrived after a long wait. I had finished my N level examination and could finally pamper myself for a holiday trip with my friends. While I was pondering over which destination we will be heading for, I came upon an advertisement on the internet, promoting on a holiday trip at Malaysia. The advertisement caught my attention and hence, I decided to go ahead for it. It was the first day of our breakout from those remarkable high-rise buildings. I arrived at my destination at around noon after having a long taxi ride and I headed for the lobby to check in. “Hey Eric! Can’t you see all these kids standing right in front of you? Help them get to her room now!” the receptionist flared. The man came over to reach out for our luggage with his gnarled and knobbly hands unwillingly. He had an unkempt ratty brown hair and a dull, weather-beaten face. He showed us to our room, landing my luggage with a loud thud and stomped off, every footstep echoing like a public announcement. “What an impolite young man!” I thought.
Not willing to dampen our holiday spirit, I urged my friends to take a look in our hotel room instead. I opened the door as the hinges squeaked. To my horror, the room was humid and warm, pungent with the smell of urine. The mosaic floor was covered with blackish puddles and shoe-prints. The dark corners underneath tables and behind cabinets were infested with armies of bugs and cockroaches.