Turkland
Friday 9/7, it was a pretty sunny day, unfortunately I had been busy packing my bags last night so I didn’t get much sleep. At the airport awaits my cousin along with her little brother and her mom. We had been planning this vacation for many weeks and we were supposed to travel with two other friends, but we had to make a change of plans in the last minute. All that didn’t matter, I had finally ended the last grade at school and, thanks to my pretty high grades, my parents thought I deserved some vacations. It was already a very special vacation for me; I was traveling with my favorite cousin, who is like a sister to me.
A few hours later were we sitting on the plane, ready to have the most exciting vacations of our short lives. After the plane had lifted I looked out through the window, the clouds reminded me of my eternal dream of skydiving, and so began our everlasting trip to Turkey: with hope and excitement.
After many hours of travelling, we finally arrived to Antalya - the city where the airport is located at – about one o’ clock in the morning. However, we were supposed to stay at a hotel situated in Alanya. We waited for almost an hour for the bus that would take us there, the trip itself lasted about three hours and we finally arrived at the hotel at five in the morning. It didn’t matter; we had been waiting for it too long, so we ran directly to the beach and surfed on the water (without surf tables!).
We kept a low profile during the first days; we stayed in the hotel, explored the region, and of course went down to the beach. The food was incredibely good and well decorated, the pool was always at the right temperature and the employees were both gentle and interesting. Remember that night Spain won the World Championship? Well, I was in Turkey that day, about 85% of the hotel guests came from the Netherlands and we were supposed to have a trip to a night club that same night, but we kind of chickened out because of all the angry, mad and strangely sad Netherlanders.
I woke up the next morning with a big smile in my face, Spain won, Holland lost and I was definitely going to that night club this time. I prepared myself that evening by getting “happy” at the bar. Osman (the bartender) knew after a few days what my favorite drink was, so he had already made it before I came. About an hour before we went to the club I waited for my cousin outside the restaurant, there’s where I met a cute girl who was watching the photos the hotel workers had taken. Obviously I was to “happy” to talk, but still I managed to express myself. She told me her name (which I didn’t remember next morning) and that she also came from Sweden.
Finally, we stepped on the bus that was going to take us to the club, my “happiness” made me laugh all the way there and as soon I entered through those doors in front of the club I felt the power of the beats invading my head. It was awesome.
Another morning in the paradise. I woke up without any hunger, which meant no breakfast for me, instead I searched for that girl I met last night, without any success. After a very rare trip to the market situated in town – which included a crazy bus driver, aggressive sellers and a lot of fake clothes – I headed to the bar, just for a glass of sprite, when I suddenly saw her again. This time I asked for her name (Matilda) and we agreed to meet at the beach. With only two days remaining before I had to return to Sweden she left the hotel, heading also back to Sweden but not to Stockholm. With nothing left to do, I spent my last days at the bar, the beach and the pool, without anything special to do.
Friday 16/7. I woke up six in the morning feeling blue, in a few hours the bus was picking us up to get us to the airport, so I went down to the beach one last time, to remember those great moments I spent there. I decided to enjoy a last meal at the restaurant, a last drink at the bar and a last hour at “chillrummet” as we called it.
Two pretty tired cousins sat at the back of an unwanted bus, they looked back one last time and saw for the last time that hotel where they enjoyed a wonderful week. Through their windows they watched. As the bus rolled forward, taking them back where they belong.
Friday 7/9, it was a pretty sunny day, unfortunately I had been busy packing my bags last night so I didn’t get much sleep. At the airport awaits my cousin, along with her little brother and her mom. We had been planning this vacation for many weeks, we were supposed to travel with two other friends, but the circumstances made us change plans. But all that didn’t matter, I had finally ended the last grade at school and thanks to my pretty high grades my parents though I deserved some vacations. It was already a very special vacation to me; I was traveling with my favorite cousin, who is like a sister to me.
A few hours later were we sitting on the plane, ready to have the most exciting vacations of our short lives. After the plane had lifted I looked through the window, the clouds remind me my eternal dream of skydiving, and so began our everlasting trip to Turkey, with hope and excitement.
After many hours of travelling we finally arrived to Antalya - a city where the airport is located at – about one o’ clock in the morning, however, we were supposed to stay at a hotel situated in Alanya. We waited for the bus that would take us there for almost an hour, the trip lasted at about three hours, and obviously we were at the hotel five in the morning. It didn’t matter; we had been waiting for this too long, so we ran directly to the beach and surfed on the water (without surf tables!).
We kept a low profile during the first days; we stayed in the hotel, explored the region, and of course went down to the beach. The food was incredibly good and well decorated, the pool was always at the right temperature and the employees were both gentle and interesting. Remember that night Spain won the World Championship? Well, I was in Turkey that day, about 85% of the hotel came from the Netherlands and we were supposed to have a trip to a night club that same night, but we kind of chickened out because of all the angry, mad and strangely sad Netherlanders.
I woke up the next morning with a big smile in my face, Spain won, Holland lost and I was definitely going to that night club this time. I prepared myself that evening getting “happy” at the bar; Osman – the bartender – knew after a few days what my favorite drink was, so he had already made it before I came. About an hour before we went to the club I waited for my cousin outside the restaurant, there’s where I met a cute girl who was watching the photos the hotel workers had taken. Obviously I was to “happy” to talk, but still I managed to express myself, she told me her name (which I didn’t remember next morning) and that she also came from Sweden.
Finally, we stepped on the bus that was going to take us to the club, my “happiness” made me laugh all the way there and as soon I entered through those doors in front of the club I felt the power of the beats invading my head. It was awesome.
Another morning in the paradise, I woke up without any hunger, which meant no breakfast for me, instead I searched for that girl I met last night, without any success. After a very rare trip to the market situated in town – which included a crazy bus driver, aggressive sellers and a lot of fake clothes – I headed to the bar, just for a glass of sprite, when I suddenly saw her again. This time I asked for her name (Matilda) and we agreed to meet at the beach. With only two days remaining before I had to return to Sweden she left the hotel, heading also back to Sweden but not to Stockholm. With nothing left to do, I spent my last days at the hotel at the bar, the beach and the pool, without anything special to do.
Friday, I woke up six in the morning feeling blue, in a few hours the bus was picking us up to get us to the airport, so I went down to the beach one last time, to remember those great moments I spent there .I decided to enjoy a last meal at the restaurant, a last drink at the bar and a last hour at “chillrummet” as we called it.
Two pretty tired cousins sat at the back of an unwanted bus, they looked back one last time and saw for the last time that hotel where they enjoyed a wonderful week. Through their windows they watched. As the bus rolled forward, taking them back where they belong.
