Narrative
I still remember my first vacation when I live in Kuala Lumpur. It was on the warmth of a summer day in July, 2014. After finishing the spring semester at university, my cousins and I had two week to rest, relax and go somewhere. A beach trip in the summer was always a good idea for us who lived far away from the sea. Arip, my cousins and I made a plan to go to Pulau Tioman in Terrengganu on the Fourth of July. The trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me with many different emotions such as happiness because of saving a person, fear before the dead and interest in the beauty of nature. Sometimes, when I recall, everything seemed to have just happened yesterday.
We were very excited about this trip because this was the first chance for us to go out of Kuala Lumpur. We prepared and packed up everything about a a weeks before the day of departure. At 8.a.m. on July 4th, we got ready to jump on the car and drive straight to terrengganu. Along the street, we stopped twice for breakfast and lunch and we took two more hours because we went to the wrong ways, as well. Therefore, we were at pulau tioman in the evening. While I was checking in two rooms at the hotel, my cousins were going to the beach to find a place to go fishing. After I carried our bags in our rooms, I called a taxi and came to them.
Night fell down completely. This meant I missed the beautiful scene of the setting sun on the beach. The surface of ocean was calm except there were some waves running up and splashing against the shore. The cool wind covered my body when I walked on a bridge where my cousins were fishing. No one stirred. No one spoke. My cousins thoroughly concentrated and stared at the shade underneath the bridge where our fishing robs were dropped. They still did not recognize me till I made some noise by opening a cooler to see their result. The cooler was entirely empty. It was not surprise to me because I definitely knew how well they could fish. Leaving them behind, I went
We were very excited about this trip because this was the first chance for us to go out of Kuala Lumpur. We prepared and packed up everything about a a weeks before the day of departure. At 8.a.m. on July 4th, we got ready to jump on the car and drive straight to terrengganu. Along the street, we stopped twice for breakfast and lunch and we took two more hours because we went to the wrong ways, as well. Therefore, we were at pulau tioman in the evening. While I was checking in two rooms at the hotel, my cousins were going to the beach to find a place to go fishing. After I carried our bags in our rooms, I called a taxi and came to them.
Night fell down completely. This meant I missed the beautiful scene of the setting sun on the beach. The surface of ocean was calm except there were some waves running up and splashing against the shore. The cool wind covered my body when I walked on a bridge where my cousins were fishing. No one stirred. No one spoke. My cousins thoroughly concentrated and stared at the shade underneath the bridge where our fishing robs were dropped. They still did not recognize me till I made some noise by opening a cooler to see their result. The cooler was entirely empty. It was not surprise to me because I definitely knew how well they could fish. Leaving them behind, I went