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VACATION WHILE CAMPING

Last holiday, my friends and I went camping on the mountain. We went to Guci, Tegal. The spot is near from our town. I is about 2 hours to get there. We choose Guci because it is not too far from settlement.


We prepared everything before going on camping. The boys prepared the tents, the girls prepared the food, and I checked the accommodations. We brought cooking utensils and the food from home, clothes, camera, guitar, etc. We went there by a car and a motorcycle for unwanted condition. We went there in the sunny morning and hoped no rain during camping.

On the first day, we sat up the tent on the spot near waterfall. The girls made the fence of the area but the boys took a bath on the river. Then, we cooked the food for the lunch, had lunch together, tried to fish in the river but we got a sandal.

On the second day, we had some activities. We went on hiking up the mountain, took some pictures in tea garden, and picked strawberry. The last night of our camping was so cold, we made a campfire, sang song together and told spooky stories which made us fear.

We had camping for about three days. On the last day, we packed everything we bought. we cleaned the area and made sure there was nothing left except our footprint. We didn’t took anything except took photos, we remembered that we must keep the nature, friendly with them and they will be friendly with us. We made a memory by taking photos together in front of a waterfall and then went home happily. We felt very tired.


My First Experience to Ride Motorcycle

One day, when I was ten years old, my father bought an old motorcycle. That was " Honda 75". I think it was small light object and easy to ride it. I persuaded my father to teach me to ride " Honda 75 ". Firstly, my father refused my request and promised that he would teach me two or three years later, but I still whimpered. Finally, my father surrendered and promised to teach me.

He began to teach me riding the motorcycle around a field in my village. My father was very patient to give me some directions. I was very happy when I realized my ability to ride a motorcycle. " Yes, I can ".

One day later, when I was alone at home, I intended to try my riding ability. So, myself tried bravely. All ran fluently in the beginning, but when I was going back to my home and I must passed through a narrow slippery street, I got nervous. I lost my control and I fell to the ditch.

After that, I told my father about the last accident. I imagined my father would be angry and never let me ride again. But the reality is exactly on the contrary, my father was very proud of me. He just gave me some advices and since that accident, I got my father's permission to ride motorcycle.