My Trip To Bora, French Polynesia

I landed my two feet out of the cruise boat, Carnival Sensation to the deck heading to a wonderful beautiful place, the Bahamas. I realized that this was going to be the trip of a lifetime. The second I stepped off the cruise boat I could feel the blazing hot sun on my back as I thirst for cool refreshing water. It was hundred degrees and I couldn’t wait for the wonderful refreshing dip at the beach.

The sea was like a rippling blanket of jewelled blue. I gazed out around me, taking in the panorama of breathtaking views, from the silk-like sky to the horizon, a line of nickel silver. I watched the water lap gently at the edge of the yacht, hypnotising me. I pulled on my flippers, adjusted my snorkel and fell backwards into the the depths of the tropical sea.

It didn’t seem worth it anymore. The whale sharks were nowhere to be seen. Our tour guide had warned us that the whale sharks feeding season in the area was coming to an end and that maybe we wouldn’t be able to see them today. I just didn’t think this would actually happen, a 10 hour journey for what? Suddenly I began to hear splashes of water coming from the side of the boat. A group of dolphins swarmed around the boat; this made me feel a little better. Although the sour taste of lime began to erupt my mouth as I begin to remember what we really travelled out here

I felt the sun scorching my neck as I paddled away from the beach. The sky was bluer than blue topaz, the ocean was warm and wet. The aromatic ocean air drifted to my nose. I noticed that I seemed to be slower than dad and our instructor. Instantly, I started to paddle faster. I looked at the ocean, its majestic beauty that seemed to be hidden until I experienced the ocean for myself.

Even though I was worried when we arrived here, I could still recognise that this island was beautiful. There were crystal waters and tropical palms. Sand that crunched beneath your feet and coral that decorated the ocean floor. Looks can be very deceiving though, Auntie. It didn’t stay beautiful for long and ever since we landed, I was praying that we would be rescued.

Every now and then I look back on my childhood memories. As a child I was very lucky, my family loved to go on vacations. Growing up we went on vacations almost every other year, small and big. I have been to Florida multiple times and got the chance to go to some of the many amusement parks including Disney world, Universal studios, Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, Epcot, and SeaWorld. Out of all the vacations I have taken I would say my favorite is the trip we took a few years ago to Aruba.

The aroma of the salty ocean breeze dances around me. The ocean splashes onto the million small grains of sand while tickling the feet of the diverse people who travel among it. Music of the waves sing in perfect unison with sound of the natives playing their drums, their beautiful harmonies fill the resort while they wait for generous people with anything to spare. I look around and embrace every small detail, like the small sand crabs that scurry across my newly pedicured toes and the shattered shells that gouge into the bottoms of my feet. I find my way to the brightly colored hammocks filled with people reading the magazines filled with all the fake information about Justin Bieber and his new girlfriend, or the perfectly picked novel just

I had lived on my luxurious island for many years. My island is filled with life and colorful blossoms. With all the plants and beauty, the only people on my island are young women. Everyday, my beautiful, young maids and I awaited the arrival of a man or woman lost at sea. For years we waited, no person ever washing upon our shore. All we longed was a new friend, or man to get lost at sea and wash up on our island for us to care for and love.

It took my breath away. We were on a cliff edge made of sharp, black lava rock. The hotel lobby looked out onto the ocean. I cherished this moment. The waves were calming and water looked as if it was dancing beneath the sunlight. It was a rich, blue in some spots and in others a bright, aquamarine, light green. Streaks of purple and turquoise speckled on the surface on the water. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. The shimmering, creamy, white sand gleamed in the sun’s heat. As the blue waves crashed against the black lava rock, the water sprang into the air shooting a light mist in the sky. The Grand Bliss truly is a beautiful destination. Waiting for our hotel room to be ready my family and I walked down to the beach to a little seating place called Mandy’s. I loved the feeling of the warm sand squishing under my feet it made my calf muscles clench to keep myself balanced. I stopped walking just before the tide touched my toes. I craved the water touching my skin so, at that exact moment so I tore off my tank top that I was wearing on top of my bathing suit and just stood there taking it all in, the sun on my bare tanned shoulders, the warm, comfortable sand beneath my feet, and the insane need to jump into the salty

While exploring the intriguing domain, I stared wide-eyed in the dim rooms, my face was illuminated by the glowing tanks while fish and other marine life gawked at me. It was as if they wanted me to join them or aid them to escape their aquatic prison. It was depressing to be so close to them, to be only separated by glass, but unable to save them. Many animals could have been violently captured from their homes with no hope of ever being reunited with their true families. The stress of hearing to kids crying, people clapping, loud music,

I sat at the front of the boat with my two sisters and our friends as we pressed through the rough water, heading towards Three Rooker Bar. It was satisfying to relax there and feel the warm summer breeze blow through my hair. I watched the seagulls, as they circled in the air then plummeted down into the water to come back up victoriously clasping a fish. Occasionally the boat would hit a huge wave and send the salty sea water splashing up into our eyes.

I could feel the nice breeze hitting my face as I looked at all of the islands around us. When I felt better, I went back below and saw that the scuba divers had just jumped in and were trying to find some sea creatures, soon, they brought up a sea urchin and brought it up to the window so that everyone could see and inspect it. They did the same with a few more interesting animals like a starfish. I got seasick again so I had to go back up on top of the boat until the end of the ride. I loved the boat ride, but it felt amazing, but also weird to be back on the land. “Ugh”, I groaned. My legs were so sore and I too warm and hungry. My dad wanted to eat, too. We went to eat at the restaurant that was painted light blue with a painted sign and

The crystal blue water of Hawaii splashed everywhere as I sprint through it. I could feel the sand between my toes as my feet sunk in deep with every step. The warm air whipping my olive skin and my dark brunette hair. Avoiding all the tourists was like a game, jump here and swerve there. I leap over a couple sunbathing on green towels. Here on the island Kauai everything is gorgeous from the large mountains to the breathtaking beaches, and I get to call it home. Me and my dad live isolated from the rest of the world. He's a marine biologist so we have to live right on the water, and that's just fine by me. Ever since my mom died he comes out less and less. It's only been a year but it feels like yesterday. As I think about

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past