An Awful Weekend

Last month my friend and I were looking forward to our weekend. We wanted to go to the sea for two days. We thought it would be the best weekend in our lives. We had chosen the tour carefully and had spent hours looking through different brochures. Finally we decided on a luxurious modern four-star hotel near a long gold beach. From the brochure it looked like a hotel for the rich and famous people. Then, before we knew it, it was time to leave.

The journey went smoothly, but as soon as we arrived at the hotel, I felt that something was wrong. The entrance looked dark and old-fashioned and there were hardly any guests to be seen. Extremely disappointed, we went to the beach to relax. After some time we found a horrible small stone beach. There was hardly anyone there - only an old man. We were afraid to lie down because the beach was extremely dirty, so we went back to the hotel to have dinner. Yet again we were disappointed. The food tasted awful and we were served by unskilled, stone-faced waiters and we hardly ate anything. All we could think about was going home.

Well, we are back home now and still waiting for an apology from the travel company. We want our money back but there are no results yet. It was the most awful weekend in my life. I will never visit that place again.