Extended reading read the travel journal written by a student who took a trip to africa with his parents. an adventure in africa. The thirty years of june moraca. My parents and I had just driven down the narrow mountain road from maria cash with all its sharp bands, and had finally arrived at merzouga before us, stretched the unending sand dunes that mark the beginning of the sahara. A small boy walked past with a group of noisy goats as I took a long look at the yellow roadside sign that told us we were entering a fragile natural environment. I made a resolution to respect and protect this unique landscape. While I was here, we SAT off our vehicle quietly running over the sand and small stones. IT wasn't long before we were surrounded by enormous sandus towing above us on all sides. The wind was blowing grains of sand from the tops of the dunes. The sun was beaten down hard and bright, and the sky was a deep shade of blue that I had never seen before. The wild beauty of the desert was about to reveal itself. There was not a plan to be seen. The desert appeared completely empty, which was coming and threatening. At the same time, the colors of the dunes contrasted strikingly with the blue of the cloudless sky. Eventually, as the last race of sunlight were falling on the sand, we arrived at our desert camp. Stars were already shining brightly in the darkening sky, and IT was getting cold with the approach of the night, three camels slowly chewing or resting on their knees and watching our arrival with interest. So which one of you lucky animals will be my right tomorrow? I set out loud as I grab my bag and headed towards the warm fire. I was starving and rushed to put a stick on the barbecue. The third of july, kenya. A few days after our departure from the camp, our car was well and truly stuck in the mud. We were very near to our rest camp in embassy national park, located on the border of kenya. When my father, against my mother's advice, decided to drive through a large pool of water that stretched across the dirt road, two tall, slim local people were standing by the roadside, watching us with amusement. They must have realized that we were totally helpless. For after a few moments, they wandered over and pushed us free. My father smiled weekly, and we drove on as my mother. When I waved from the car window, we found a parking space next to our hut, which was round and made from brick. The walls, painted brilliant White, reflected the afternoon sun. There were five similar huts, all lined up facing mount, killing jarrow, the highest mountain in africa. The mountain rose up over the planes before us. Tall grasses and trees dotted the planes, which were alive with the african wildlife. We had come to see giraffe with their long neck, or pulling leaves from the highest branches in the distance. Elephants were eating grass, ears flat lazily as they move slowly over the planes. I had never seen anything like this before. I was indeed the greatest show on the earth. We got out of the car Carrying our suitcases in boxes of food into the hot. I placed ham sandwiches, sausages and a bunch of bananas on a small wooden table. I returned to the car and fetched more possessions. IT was then that I noticed a small grey monkey sitting on a tree a few meters away and eating a banana. So cute, I thought to myself, until I realized IT was my banana that he was eating. He was looking at me intently as he enjoyed the final mouthful. I was sure he was saying, thank you, you're welcome, I replied.