SECTION B
My heart skipped a beat as the pilot announced we were preparing for the decent. I love flying. I loathed the landing. Mum had promised this would be the best holiday ever. She had only booked it to make up for the last one which had been such a disaster. I studied the wall to take my mind off the plunge we were about to take. The walls were decorated with grim posters entitled: 'what to do in an emergency' and History of the African Safari Club'. The poor attempt to cover up the fading paint work failed miserably. My heart leapt into my throat as the gigantic air bus made the first of many dips. I shut my eyes and hoped it would be all over soon.
I opened my eyes. For the sound of screeching tyres had awoken me. I had slept through the whole decent. Maybe this holiday was not going to be so bad after all.
A half hour later and we had arrived at the five star Dolphin Hotel. The magnificent dolphin fountain was obviously the central piece of the room. Around the fountain were tables and chairs which were occupied by the current residents. Hanging from the walls were pictures of various tourist attractions. As we entered our room, a repugnant stench burnt through my nostrils. Within a minute we had all taken shelter outside.
An hour of intense complaining and shouting from me and my mum and our replacement room was ready (downgraded from deluxe to a standard). The walls were grey and grime. The floor was damp and the beds looked like they had out lived there life. On the side of each double bed were small table lamps and a set of drawers. We dumped our bags on the floor, locked up the room and headed to dinner. We were starving (the meal on the plain consisted of an ice cold cup of tea and a sandwich).
As we entered the main dining room we found that during the hour of arguing we had just returned from, dinner had been served, consumed and washed up. After another ten minutes of complaining, we accepted we were defeated. As consolation the waiter promised us some leftovers. ('extras' as he put it). We returned to our room.
I was hungry, tired and jetlagged. As I went through the events of the day, I felt anger building up inside of me. And if that was just the first day of the holiday, I certainly wasn't looking forward to the rest of it.