Descriptive Essay

DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY

“THE DEATH TRIP”

Have you ever enjoyed so much a trip and suffered at the same time? Well, that is what happened to me in my last trip on my bike. The day of the trip seemed to be a glorious day. The soft April wind touched my cheeks with its warmness. I was pleased about the weather; it was perfect for going to the hills. The powerful rear of my bike and my friend’s bikes got me excited. All of us were riding on powerful motorcycles waiting to go to the hills. After all it was the exciting trip we had been waiting for several months, what could be wrong?

We went to the old giant mines, which are very famous but at the same time too far. When you are at the entrance you can smell the history in them. The mysterious darkness involved you and catches you to keep exploring them. We spent an entire day in that place. We were too far that the immense silence seemed to sing. The sing of the wind in all the parts of your body. There was a crystalline river nest to the mines; the water seemed to be a big mirror on the ground. The beautiful sound of the water scurrying down the river reminded me the marvelous clean rivers I visited when I was young. The water was so clean that I could not avoid drinking it. Its taste was amazing, like the most pure water I had not drunk before.

We had to spend the night in that place, next to the river. The weather was perfect, even though it was night, it was warm. We could hear the inspiriting sing of the wolves trying to reach other members of the pack. Night was fallen in thick darkness until I fell asleep. The next day when we were about to continue our hurting trip, the clutch of my bike broke down. The trip was even worse and I had to face that problem. In some parts of the read, I almost had to pick up the bike in my shoulders; I felt how my shoulders burned because all the tremendous effort I did. I had to ride a giant 4 wheel motorcycle which was a real bad idea, I had no idea how to drive it, and finally I decided to stop driving it. Fortunately we reached the top of the hill at noon although I was incredibly tired. My lungs had no more space for clean oxygen. My legs were awful burned. I just stared at the sky waiting to come back home, but the incredibly view of the beautiful landscape worth all the effort. I glanced at every simple detail above me. All the green grass surrounded me. My fascination with this view simply had no words to be described.

The time of going back finally had arrived. A big hopeful smile in my face appeared. I was much harmed for all the damage of the trip, but I was pretty delighted of thinking on returning home. The way back home was incredibly difficult; when I remembered the huge rocky path I had to pass I was astonished about it. When I arrived at home, I was joyful to be there. The unhappy part had disappeared. When I eyed my love and warm house I just felt elated.

My trip was very inadequate for humans, but since I am fine and alive I can say that everything was fine. I believe that in order to enjoy a trip, first you have to feel jolly with it not put in risk your life. With all the danger of the travel I am delighted to enjoy the simplest things in life and try to be happy with everything that surrounds me.