I could see the doors right in front of me; I wheeled my suitcase behind me towards the exit. The doors flung open and an immense gush of hot air took me by surprise. I gazed round and I could see a pure blue sky, surrounding a powerful gold plate looking downwards. I also saw several exotic palm trees. Coming from London, it was definitely different. There was no chance in seeing a bright blue sky, without a single grey cloud. I wasn’t alone; I had my mum, my aunt and my aunt’s friend – with me in Florida, Orlando.
On my way, in the taxi, I saw lots of tall glass cityscapes. It basically looked like London but was more commercialised for tourists. I arrived at the Quality Inn Hotel. I had to share a room with my aunt, which I was not too pleased about. The swimming pool was dreadful. It was like a swamp, infested with germs and a sickly green fluid, floating on the surface. We never went in. Not once.
We had breakfast at the classic diner – Denny’s. I picked up the menu and my eyes popped out of its sockets. It was gruesome. The mere sight of the meals was devastating. Everything was either full of fat or was fried. There was hamburgers, pancakes, chocolate smoothes, pizzas, milkshakes, etc. and everything apart from breakfast and drinks came with chips. No wonder most of the population in America are obese; it’s no surprise. I forced myself to have bread and butter. The waiter came, “Ready to order?”
“Yes”, I replied with slight hesitation, trying to remember the orders. “Can I get two slices of bread with butter, pancakes, three cups of tea and scrambled eggs, please”.
“Certainly”. He said politely. He repeated the order once, to make sure he wrote it down right. “Would you like white or brown bread with that?”
“Brown!” I exclaimed, with a slight indication of me actually saying; ‘of course I want brown, are you stupid?’
The waiter gave me a look, one of those ones, which you could tell he was thinking – ‘what a health freak. The chef should drip all the oily grease, from the left over pizzas last night, all over her brown bread and see if she can taste the difference’. However, it didn’t quite end like that.
My aunt’s feast came first. It was like the Leaning Tower of Piazza. The stack of pancake layers was covered in white butter, the melted butter looked like an avalanche charging down a mountain. It looked revolting. It smelt revolting. I even bet it tasted revolting. The rest of our orders came. We finished our breakfast really quickly and left straight away. Don’t think I’ll be going there again.
We went to Sea World and all the Disney Parks, but there was one I clearly remember, it was Epcot. The reason is because of the terrible incident I had. The first thing I noticed was the huge circular globe, broadcasting Epcot. There was a hand next to the sphere’s side and it was holding a wand. Anyone who couldn’t tell that it was Mickey Mouse’s hand must be either insane or not from this planet, as it was positively obvious.
I went inside a large building and got on the ride Soarin’. I heard it was an amazing experience. The seats were uncomfortable and the harness came down like the ones in a roller-coaster ride. Suddenly, the whole row raised upwards. I began to think this wasn’t such a good idea, as I’m afraid of heights. Just then the row stopped lifting and it was at a stand still, in front of a black screen. Was it broken? Had something gone wrong? No, it had just begun. Soarin’ the words came up in huge letters. I felt my body tensing up. The screen changed. My seat began to move forward and I tilted downwards at a forty-five degree angle. I thought I was about to fall out it. I could see the Golden Gate Bridge and the sea around it, as well as all the skyscrapers.
The view was from a bird’s eye shot and I could see the whole of San Francisco. I started swaying side to side, like I was gliding through the air. I finally understood why the name of the ride was called Soarin’. The image kept on changing, next thing I knew I was in the Grand Canyon, New York, London, Paris, etc. I couldn’t take it anymore. I closed my eyes and I could feel all of my saliva in my mouth drying up, as I was breathing vigorously. My hand became sweaty and my grip on the handles was tightening. My pulse was racing and my heartbeat was increasing. I kept thinking, ‘when will it be over, when will it be over, when will it be over’. The seat stopped swaying and tilted upright again. I started to sink back to the ground. The harness lifted and I was free.
A week had gone by and I had another week to go. I was really home sick. I was in Gatorland and we saw a disturbing show with the alligators. (For all the animal lovers, I advise you to skip this paragraph). They were getting bashed all over the place. People were getting pleasure out of seeing animals in pain. It was definitely animal cruelty. When the man pulled on the tail of the reptile, it was so heavy that when he dropped the alligator, the poor animal got thrashed against the side, causing the scaly skin to spilt and there was a gush of blood trickling down against it’s back.
After the show, we went to have lunch. The extraordinary thing was that they sold gator nuggets. It was different and I’ve never done anything peculiar before, therefore, I wanted to try one. It looked like a normal nugget, scattered with breadcrumbs. It smelt of fatty oils and it felt tough. I took a small bite. It tasted rough and chewy. It was a cross between turkey and pork. It was salty and I could feel the uneven texture brushing against my tongue. I did not enjoy the experience.
The best part of the whole holiday was Discovery Cove. I got to snorkel with tropical fishes and enormous stingrays. However, that wasn’t the highlight of my trip. It was having the chance to swim with a dolphin. Her back was so smooth and she was such a loveable mammal. I will absolutely treasure that memory, with me, forever.