Lost in the Gobi Desert
Korean International School, Jason Chan, Fiction: Group 3
A
bout a month ago, my American friends and I were in the small town of Bow Wow.
Kobi, Toby and Jackie and I, Ben Chau, were enjoying the pleasant day on the beach
watching the girls wander by. Suddenly, something hit me on the face: Ouch! Oh! It
was just a piece of rubbish. An advertisement. I took a closer, deeper look. It says:
Only $1800 to go to the Gobi Desert per person. First come, first serve! We were like, “Oh my
god, bro, it’s so damn cheap for a trip going to the Gobi Desert.” “I know right!” We were then
discussing the trip and cheaply bought a travel guide of Inner Mongolia to see the amazing places
we could go and explore.
Today is the day! We are at the airport! We all came together to catch an early plane. We woke
up as early as hell, in the middle of the night. Ironically, the plane was delayed until 8 o’clock at
night because of engine damage. Typical! How screwed up that is?! We thought about giving the
tickets back to retrieve our money, but we decided against it. We had paid. We had our tickets. We
wanted to go so we are going and there is no looking back! On the plane, we were safely swifting
through the clouds, as free as a bird. Then suddenly, a kid looked out of the window right to the
sky, and screamed as loud as a dinosaur. He shouted, “THE SKY IS FALLING!” Everyone was
freaked out and shocked. I looked out and saw absolutely nothing! It was all black because it was
night time.
On our first morning, after we packed everything away, we started on our epic journey to
the mysterious desert. We took a cranky coach and departed. On the coach, we four improvised
a song. Kobi, Toby and Jackie are going to Gobi desert together with Ben Chau. Our journey took
three hours. It was quite boring and lame, most of us had slept. By lunch time, we had finally
arrived and it was hot like hell. Burning cold, freezing hot, the sun was as bright as a flashlight
up close in your eyes. All four of us witnessed the Gobi desert together. We had waited for this for
decades and centuries. To prove that we were really here we took some selfies.
By afternoon, the desert had changed into rock strewn land with an occasional acacia tree.
As we started walking, we saw camels and cacti just like it is in the movies and from the books.
Picturesque. Our picnic site was only 1km from a beautiful view. First, we gestured to a dark cliff
and thought that there would be time to explore more during our stop. I went to the toilet and
after coming out, I had lost my directions and went the wrong way deeper into the hot, silent and
calm desert: urgh....how unlucky I was!
The whole time I was a lost lamb, I had the comforting thought that they would be aware
where I was. They began to search where I had descended from the coach and they were able to
track me every step of the way. They were the ones who told me that I had gone in circles and
zigzags. However, they were positive they would find me as long as I hadn’t died!
They started to lose my trail because I had walked over boulders. Nevertheless, they circled
the rocks and stones until they picked up my tracks again. I felt ashamed and foolish because
I’d caused so much trouble and wrecked the trip like a wrecking ball, but I think they actually
enjoyed tracking me. As for myself, I was happy to lie down when we finally reached our picnic
site. I’d had enough excitement for that day.
