Monday 28 February 2011

English Essay: Here comes the Bride...

Readers,

This one my English Essays. It is one of my favorite essays because it is some of my best essay writing that I have done. It is a travel narrative, similar to the ones that you would commonly find in magazines.

I hope you like it.

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Here Comes the Bride…

It’s so cosy, sitting in my limousine as I watch the world rush by around me. My driver will have to really step on it if we’re going to make the awards ceremony. I look at my gold plated Rolex watch and sigh. “I want that Nobel Prize, Walter!” I said impatiently. “But sir, it’s the national cupcake day parade. They are blocking the entire street.” He answered coolly. “Wait, what!” I cried, and then I heard a voice. Oscar… OSCAR! Wake up, Oscar! “Oh nuts!” I fumed.
I woke up, sitting on a bench in the front row of a chapel. “Gitte and Kennet are coming down the aisle!” my mum whispered excitedly. I shook my head to get the stars out of my eyes and I saw my aunt Gitte and my new uncle Kennet walking slowly through the row of benches. 

The days in Denmark had passed so quickly. Pastries, Wooden go carts, walks with the dog in the pine forest and the friendly, shining smiles of the fair-haired people of Sjaelland. The last few blurred patches slid from my vision and I stood up with the rest of the onlookers to join in for a hymn. The ceremony was actually quite a short one, ranging from maybe 45 minutes to 1 hour. Well, how should I know what the usual time is, since the only other wedding I had been to at the time, was a Thai wedding, which can take up to 7 hours!

After the Ceremony we walked outside of the chapel and waited for the newly wedded bride and groom. As they were walking out of the chapel, my brother Felix and I both dug our hands into the inside pockets of our jackets and withdrew a handful of rice. We threw all of it at the couple, which everyone enjoyed, including my aunt and uncle.

We all got into our cars and started to drive to the party ground. As we drove, I couldn’t help putting away my DS and looking out at the countryside. I had seen this sight a lot of times before now, but it still stunned me to look at it that day. Khaki brown wheat fields that were deeper than they looked, Towering trees of pine, oak, yew and willow looking down on us from above and deep, clear blue sky for as far as the eye could see.

We soon arrived at the party ground, which was basically a wooden longhouse and a huge, stunning garden full of different assortments of vines, trees and plants. There were waxy orange squashes, bright red tomatoes, dark green cucumbers and the native, transparent hyldebaejer berries.

While we waited to be seated, Felix, the other kids and I scouted out the area, only to find a simply humungous haystack construct. We played for hours in it. I can remember my legs being so stiff afterwards that even simple walking was nigh on impossible. We also caught sight of some horses being led back to their stables by a trainer. We followed him and asked if we could help feed the horses some carrots. He said yes, so we spent the last few hours feeding the horses. It’s so amazing, how friendly most Danes are. They’ll spoil most children rotten and let them do most anything! Denmark is a truly fantastic place! It was soon time to leave, so we said goodbye to the horses, and threw the rest of our rice at the newly weds. We all laughed.

As I got into the car, I thought about what had happened today. I had raced down a hill in a wooden go cart, fallen asleep in a chapel, sabotaged two newly weds outside the very same chapel with a couple of handfuls of rice, played capture the flag in a fortress comprised entirely of hay and fed horses lots of carrots and other assorted veggies. When I had finished compiling my thoughts, my first reaction was to smile, turn to my dad and say “Well, that was one hell of a day!”. I hope you have enjoyed reading my description of my holiday to Denmark, and I wish you the good fortune of being able to travel to Denmark. Thank you for reading my travel narrative.