Travel Writing

Sun, sea, sand. Portugal.  I've just stepped off the plane and immediately I am rummaging through my bag to grab my sun glasses – the sun is scorching yet welcoming even though it’s just beginning to set. The vivid purples and deep pinks are captivating me - making my smile even wider! My ears zone in on the laughter and chatter of holiday goers, they breathe a happy sigh as they realise the crisp view plastered in every direction the eye can see.  I join them for another quick glance before stepping into the refreshingly cool interior of the airport, prior to trying to locate my suitcase (like a needle in a haystack), they must have known the weather would be great, I chuckle to myself, of course it is Portugal! By the time we get to our villa, it is late. The stars are out, shining as bright as ever, like glittering diamonds –even at night Portugal is scenic! As lovely as it is, I can’t wait for the morning, I have my first outfit planned and am ready to hit the beach for banana boating!

The water is cold. *Burr* freezing in fact – such a contrast to the temperature on shore. Swim, I suddenly conjure, that would warm me up but every stroke sends salty water splattering into my face and eyes, partially blinding me. As my blur vision comes to an abrupt end, my sight focuses in on what is upon me. The banana boat. DUN DUN DUN. After we hoist ourselves up onto the boat, the engine roars, sending shivers to my spine – or is that the bitter water... This is it! The boat starts to move in quite a tranquil matter (this banana boating lark is easy), oh its gathering speed... Suddenly we hit a sharp corner, frantically we hold on as the water tempts you to fall in.  

Banana boating is fun; tomorrow I'm thinking water tubing!