. A disastrous journey I’m going to tell you about a time when I had a disastrous journey. This happened five years ago when my partner and I were travelling around Sicilia, and we wanted to go from Siracusa to Pantalica to see its famous necropolis, with its around five thousand graves excavated into the rock from XIII to VII century B.C.. I’m not sure now, but it seems to me it is a world heritage site.
We took the right road but we took it in the wrong direction. After a while we realized it and we tried to take a short cut. It was horrible because there wasn’t any indication. We were lost forever.
We were going through a very narrow road and after a bend two cyclists appeared in front of us. They went down a slope at around 50 km/h. Suddenly, one of them fell at a short distance in front of us and he lay unconscious on the floor. The other one, a bit deficient, left running and disappeared without saying anything.
In spite of the fact that seeing blood really grosses me out, I crouched several times down to ask him about his health but he never answered me. We both felt very worried because we could be involved in the accident by the “carabinieri”. A long while late a ramshackle ambulance came along, two people picked up the cyclist and the bikes, without saying anything and nothing else happened. I exclaimed: incredible, this is Italy!J
A DISASTROUS JOURNEY! This happened twenty years ago, when I was a student and I lived off my parents. I lived in a flat with two flatmates, because all of us were studying at university in Leon.
One day, after dinner, we decided to go out, so we got in the car and one of my flatmates said "Let´s go to Salamanca, you know at this time Plaza Mayor is crowded". We looked at each other and shouted "Let´s go".
We were very excited, so my flatmate drove towards Salamanca. Half an hour later we realized we were running out of petrol, so we decided to look for a petrol station. I saw a sign; it said "next petrol station twenty-five km". Oh my God, we are going to run out of petrol, we don´t have enough petrol to drive there", I said.
Ten minutes later, the car began making strange noises. The car was shaking and finally the car stopped. We were in the middle of the road between Benavente and Zamora. There was nothing near there. These cities were far away, we couldn´t go on foot to ask for help.
The night drew in, the time went by, nobody saw us. None of us had a mobile, because twenty years ago only a few people had one. We decided to push the car out of the road and wait. We thought that sooner or later somebody had to come. At this stage we were frightened. Suddenly we saw a car which was coming towards us, then we felt safe. The car stopped and two pretty girls opened the door. We told them what was wrong. They invited us to come with them. We got in the car, went to Salamanca and had a great time with our new friends.J
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A disastrous journey
I’m going to tell you about a time when I had a disastrous journey. This happened five years ago when my partner and I were travelling around Sicilia, and we wanted to go from Siracusa to Pantalica to see its famous necropolis, with its around five thousand graves excavated into the rock from XIII to VII century B.C.. I’m not sure now, but it seems to me it is a world heritage site.
We took the right road but we took it in the wrong direction. After a while we realized it and we tried to take a short cut. It was horrible because there wasn’t any indication. We were lost forever.
We were going through a very narrow road and after a bend two cyclists appeared in front of us. They went down a slope at around 50 km/h. Suddenly, one of them fell at a short distance in front of us and he lay unconscious on the floor. The other one, a bit deficient, left running and disappeared without saying anything.
In spite of the fact that seeing blood really grosses me out, I crouched several times down to ask him about his health but he never answered me. We both felt very worried because we could be involved in the accident by the “carabinieri”. A long while late a ramshackle ambulance came along, two people picked up the cyclist and the bikes, without saying anything and nothing else happened. I exclaimed: incredible, this is Italy!J
A DISASTROUS JOURNEY!
This happened twenty years ago, when I was a student and I lived off my parents. I lived in a flat with two flatmates, because all of us were studying at university in Leon.
One day, after dinner, we decided to go out, so we got in the car and one of my flatmates said "Let´s go to Salamanca, you know at this time Plaza Mayor is crowded". We looked at each other and shouted "Let´s go".
We were very excited, so my flatmate drove towards Salamanca. Half an hour later we realized we were running out of petrol, so we decided to look for a petrol station. I saw a sign; it said "next petrol station twenty-five km". Oh my God, we are going to run out of petrol, we don´t have enough petrol to drive there", I said.
Ten minutes later, the car began making strange noises. The car was shaking and finally the car stopped. We were in the middle of the road between Benavente and Zamora. There was nothing near there. These cities were far away, we couldn´t go on foot to ask for help.
The night drew in, the time went by, nobody saw us. None of us had a mobile, because twenty years ago only a few people had one. We decided to push the car out of the road and wait. We thought that sooner or later somebody had to come. At this stage we were frightened. Suddenly we saw a car which was coming towards us, then we felt safe. The car stopped and two pretty girls opened the door. We told them what was wrong. They invited us to come with them. We got in the car, went to Salamanca and had a great time with our new friends.J