Last year my friend Mark came up
with a brilliant idea:
“Rosa, why don’t we have a “dream
holiday”? In the Caribbean, for example!”
I agreed at once, because we’d
always wanted to go there. So we saved up our money for months and months, and
booked this holiday in a place called San Antonio. It cost over a thousand
pounds each, but we wanted to do something really special so we booked it for
two weeks in May, because all the brochures said the weather’s beautiful there in
May.
We
were flying from Gatwick airport, and the flight was overnight, leaving Gatwick
late at night, and arriving in San Antonio the next morning. But when we
arrived at the airport they told us that because of bad weather in the
Caribbean, the flight was delayed until the next morning. So we had to spend
the night at the airport sleeping on the floor, and we finally got on the plane
the next morning twelve hours late!
But
that was just the beginning. On the plane they told us that the bad weather over
the Caribbean was actually the hurricane – Hurricane George – and that we
couldn’t fly to San Antonio. We had to go to the capital city instead, and stay
in a hotel there for the night, until the hurricane passed. Anyway, we weren’t
too worried. “Well, it’s only one night”, we thought, “besides, they told us
that we were going to a five-star hotel, next to the beach, with a swimming
pool.” So we were quite happy at that point.
When
we arrived at the hotel, Hotel Paradiso it was called, they said it was a
five-star hotel, but in fact, it was just awful! It was next to the sea, but
there wasn’t a beach, just a few rocks. The sea was so dirty that you couldn’t
swim in it. There were big ships traveling past, and the sea was all polluted
and brown, and it looked horrible.
So
we went to look at the swimming pool, but that was no better. It wasn’t a nice
blue color, like you’d expect. It was sort of greeny-black color and as we
looked at it we could see things moving about in it, and we looked more closely
and we realized it was full of frogs. There were hundreds of them! So after
that we obviously didn’t use it.
And
then there was the food. The first morning we went downstairs for breakfast,
expecting to have the usual things you get in hotels: bread, marmalade, fruit,
coffee, and we were very surprised instead to see lots of different types of
vegetables: carrots, peas, cabbage and a big bowl of lettuce. I was really
hungry, so I decided to have some of the lettuce. “Look, it’s moving!” said I
looking into the plate. Then I understood why it was moving: the lettuce bowl
was full of ants! And there were so many of them that they actually were moving
the lettuce leaves! After that we didn’t eat in the hotel again.
The
worst part though was when the hurricane arrived. That was really frightening.
It was a fifty-storey building so you felt really terrified with all that wind,
and rain, and the windows banging, and the trees crashing outside. It was
terrible.
And then they told us that because of the
hurricane there were no flights to San Antonio, and that we had to stay there
for another three days. “But there is nothing to do! Nowhere to go!” exclaimed
Mark on the verge of crying. We just couldn’t believe that it could be
happening to us.
So
when we finally arrived in San Antonio, we were five days late. And the worst
thing was that Hurricane George never arrived there. The weather had been
perfect in San Antonio all the time!
Vocabulary units:
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Proper names:
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1.
peas
2.
lettuce
3.
storey
4.
on the verge of
smth.(gerund)
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1.
Mark
2.
Rosa
3.
the Caribbean
4.
San Antonio
5.
Gatwick Airport
6.
Hurricane George
7.
Hotel Paradiso
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Answer
the questions:
1.
What idea did mark come up with last year?
2.
How did they choose the tour?
3.
What happened when they came to the airport?
4.
What were they suggested to do when they learnt about
the bad weather?
5.
What was the hotel like?
6.
Was the sea crystal clear?
7.
Was the pool appropriate to swim?
8.
What was the problem with the food?
9.
What was the worst part of the whole day?
10. When did they finally arrive
in San Antonio?
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