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Creative Writing: The Jungle Adventure

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The hour’s getting late and the sky’s darkening in the deep, green, luscious jungle of the Riviera Maya. The queues ahead of us look dismaying as we stand, waiting our turn patiently, like we English do! I’m a real adventure seeker and the thought of coming to XPLOR Jungle Adventure Park provoked the feeling of being excited puppy about to be taken on its first walk! When Dad asked if I fancied going at night, to the XPLOR Fuego, my eyes quite literally widened! Being able to see the stars and everything lit by fire: YES PLEASE!! So that was it; we were going to XPLOR Fuego! XPLOR is set in the middle of the Riviera Maya, near Playa Del Carmen, and was a short coach drive from our hotel. It was a short walk to the… ‘Lobby?’ It was a towering …show more content…

The roads were uneven and irregular but we sprung on, hoping to get some speed up for a real thrill. Abruptly the road dipped and we were forced to slow down to make sure we didn’t crash. Darkness loomed as we manoeuvred into a low ceilinged cave, but our path was soon lit as fire blazed from the sides. As the most elating ride of my life came to a close; I realised the night was going to be phenomenal! Next we headed through the trees to the zip lines. With the queues as low as they were going to get all night, we selected our harnesses and kitted up. Then we lined up and waited… and waited… going up about one step every 5 minutes we tediously made our way to the top of the spiral sandstone tower. The first zip-wire was great, the second astonishing. When you look out around you and see the coast in the distance, or the floor of the Mayan jungle about 42 feet below you, then you will know how it feels. There just aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe it! At the outset of one particular line, a little boy in front of us started to whimper like a small puppy about to make a big leap. Although I was having so much fun I did feel sorry for the poor kid! Before long he worked up enough courage to fly. We could still hear him whooping after 30

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