Unforgettable Experience

Unforgettable Experience

It was my first time at Heathrow Airport, the symbol of Britain's aviation ascendancy. The bustling International airport was a long way away from my rural residence. Due to the long distance, we had been obliged to take the taxi instead of making use of public transport. The atmosphere in the car was generally silent, but occasionally my parents or I moaned about all the minor discomforts of the journey. It seemed as if where we were on the map stayed the same in the passing hours. Hours after departing my house, we started noticing frequent aeroplanes, low down in the sky indicating the proximity to the airport. The roads had become more congested and the air was more contaminated than from where we had initially departed. During the taxi ride to Heathrow Airport a sense of inexplicable anticipation had built up within me.

As we arrived the prominent airport, I stared in awe at the size and beauty of the place. Just looking at the sheer number of people in the airport overwhelmed me. Later, I perused the shelves of one of the chain stores. Several hours later, passengers of my flight were escorted, like sheep escorted by shepherds, down a narrow walkway into the plane. The plane was flooded into by people who were abundant with colossal luggage bags. My family and I hastened to our seats and had a word-fight concerning the seating arrangement. After a menial safety lecture, we were asked to fasten our seat belts, which were a puzzling process since I did not know how the lock contraption worked, and get ready for take off.

As I stumbled into the incandescent sunshine outside, the scorching hot sun started burning my soft exposed skin. The sky dazzled my agitated eyes and incoherent languages flooded towards me. It required a whole hour of arduousness to attain a taxi in the tumult. Eventually, we set off on a long journey to Monterrey. My petulance began to disintegrate in the taxi owing to the visual effect the phenomenal scenery had on me. The constantly humming stream of cars flowed steadily through the centre of Mexico, coughing out billowing clouds of black smoke, polluting and suffocating the nearby woodlands. This had led to only a few green trees remaining, which stood proud, but wounded by the daily barrage of car fumes and smoke attacks and winters harsh frost. The tress had been left enclosed in a tight ring of lifeless, leafless, skeletal trees.

Hours later we entered the road of my hotel. The stately palm trees standing tall on either side of the small dusty road seemed to give us a grand welcome. The hotel was surrounded by emerald green hills, covered by a variety of trees. As we drove towards the hotel, we noticed an island nestled on the middle of a placid, deep blue lake. The island was a safe distance away from intruders, but closes enough to spark our ...