My First Trip Abroad
It is hard for me to remember much about my first trip abroad (to Egypt, namely), because it was about fifteen years ago and I myself was almost a child at that time, so a lot of memories have been lost somewhere on the way.
But the only thing I remember about that trip is that everything from the very beginning went wrong – not terribly wrong; it was this mildly frustrating “wrong” that doesn’t actually cause any harm or problems, but makes the whole experience of something a bit specific – not the way you would like it to be.
To begin with, the flight was first delayed and then cancelled due to sudden and terrible deterioration of the weather. Some altercations with the travel agency followed, apologies received, but we didn’t manage to fly anywhere that day.
When the time finally came, we, surprisingly got to our destination without many problems. They awaited us in Egypt. What do people usually go to Egypt for? To look at the Pyramids, of course, and that was the idea of our group, but, due to some problems, we didn’t manage to get to the necessary excursion. The weather for the entirety of our stay there was rather cloudy (which is unusual for Egypt), so the usual option of sunbathing was also out of the question for some time. And, to crown it all, at the day of our departure a terrible, never-ending rain started, which, according to the owner of our hotel, happened for the first time in the last 17 years.
It is all rather amusing to…