I had dressed and tied my shoes with more than usual care, and left the stubble on my upper lip for a moustache I planned to grow. Slapping my pockets to make sure my ballpoint and passport were safe, I went downstairs, past my mother's hiccuping cuckoo clock, and then to Wellington Circle to catch the train. It was a morning of paralysing frost, the perfect day to leave for South America. For some, this was the train to Sullivan Square, or Milk Street, or at the very most Orient Heights; for me, it was the train to Patagonia.
Two men using a foreign language spoke in low voices; there were others with lunch-boxes and valises and briefcases, and one lady with the sort of wrinkled department store bag that indicated she was going to return or exchange an unwanted item the original bag lending veracity to the awkward operation. The freezing weather had altered the faces in the multi-racial car: At dawn it had been 12F, by mid-morning it was 9F, and the temperature was still dropping.
The cold wind gusted through the car as the doors opened at Haymarket, and it had the effect of silencing the muttering foreigners.
They looked Mediterranean; they winced at the draught. Most of the people sat compactly, with their elbows against their sides and their hands in their laps, squinting and conserving their warmth.
They had affairs to attend to in town — work, shopping, banking, the embarrassing moment at the refund desk. Two had hefty textbooks in their laps, and a spine turned towards me read A General Introduction to Sociology. A man solemnly scanned the headlines in the Globe , another thumb-flicked the papers in his briefcase. A lady told her little girl to stop kicking and sit still. Now they were getting out at the windy platforms — after four stations the car was half-full.
They would return that evening, having spent the day speaking of the weather. But they were dressed for it, office clothes under eskimo coats, gloves, mittens, woolly hats; resignation was on their faces and, already, a suggestion of fatigue.
Not a trace of excitement; all this was usual and ordinary; the train was their daily chore. Why the Responsible Tourism Awards matter. Personally, I love travelling with my daughter. Travelling with a child forces you to adopt an entirely different perspective as a traveler.
I wanted to show her that kids travel all the time and I wanted to show her that the kid-perspective on travelling to Paris is probably very different than the experience of a forty-year-old professional travel writer. The first result is Tokyo on Foot: The remaining results are an odd mixture of travel journal workbooks, Magic Tree House titles, and Flat Stanley books. I KNOW there are children travelling out there in the big scary world and I know there are parents travelling with their kids in the big scary world all the time.
I just wish more of them were writing about their experiences in a format that I could share with my daughter. Hi My girls 4 and 6 y. This does sound like a great writing project for kids.
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Examples of travel writing Let's look in detail at an example of travel writing. In this extract the writer gives his impressions of an area of Montana called the Badlands.
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a sample of travel writing to read and analyse and give students a flavour, the last slide can be printed for annotations. Good for extracting the main ingredients of travel writing and getting students to reflect on their own travel experiences. Short Short Stories. Posted by Tom | Filed under Travel, Writing. The very short stories in this section were all (unsuccessful) entries to travel writing competitions with a or word limit.