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Travelling Since I was an even smaller Deb than now, (if you meet me you’ll find I’m a little short) I’ve always loved travelling and reading, mainly because with both you get to travel the world. A good book will take you places you have never been but in the comfort of your own home, hammock or lounge. Travelling for real takes you places too, but you may come across a few flies, sandstorms or even get thrown into jail. This has happened to me. Listen to this... My Scary Travelling Story We were in an African country called Nigeria. We were in the city of Lagos and a friend of mine had her camera out. She was checking it for sand. You see we’d been in Algeria a few weeks before in the Sahara Desert and we got caught in a sandstorm, which is like a blizzard only with sand instead of snow and ice. Some particularly stubborn bits of sand got caught in my friend’s camera and she could see it through the lens. Which would have been a good thing to do on any other day except for this day. Within seconds of this friend looking through her camera, we were surrounded by ten big burly military guys all holding guns straight at us, yelling and pointing at the friend’s camera. We were then herded down a series of little back alleys into a prison cell. They shouted at us some more before slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. We wondered what to do. Then we thought we had it. Give them the film! They’re angry because they thought we’d taken photos of them, so if we gave them the camera they’d let us go. After a while the military guys came back and started yelling again. They must have done it a lot because they were very good at it. Proudly I opened the back of the camera and handed over the film, but all they did was keep yelling. My brilliant plan was foiled in seconds. We had to give them the camera! The camera! My friend wasn’t happy. It was a new camera and, apart from the sand, worked perfectly. We had no choice. She sadly slid the camera across a table that was between us and the men. More Shouting. Then they left the room again. They didn’t take the camera. We only had one more thing to offer. Maybe they wanted money. We had to be careful though, if they thought we were offering them a bribe they might get really angry then we’d be in all sorts of trouble. And yelled. We’d gathered all the money we had on us and I put it on the table in front of me and just pushed it away from me a little. The men shouted even louder. The End? Oh no. Maybe this was it. I composed farewell letters in my head to all my friends. I thought I was staring down the barrel of the last moments of freedom or maybe even my life. Luckily though, after a few more minutes of well executed shouting, one of the guys picked up the money, put it in his pocket, shouted a little more then kicked us out of the cell. We didn’t have to be told twice and created some kind of land speed record I’m sure just getting out of there. Other Places The countries of Africa were some of the most amazing I have ever visited, but I also loved the lakes of Finland (did you know they have over a thousand lakes and even more saunas?) the lochs of Scotland, (including Loch Ness…but we didn’t see the monster) the mountains of Andorra (one of the smallest countries in the world between Spain and France), the castles of England and France and the canals of Venice. Aaah Venice! What Next I plan to travel for the rest of my life. Next stop is France. More About Deb - All about Deb | Writing Tips | Travelling | Booking Deb for Schools | Contact Deb |
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