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My Maiden Voyage on a Ferry |
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The inaugural moment I set foot on a ferry was during my family's holiday
trip to Penang Island. The sun had been gracefully descending as we reached
the Ferry Terminal. Gently, my father paid the fare at one of the
toll-booths, and we were directed into a designated lane, patiently awaiting
the arrival of the next ferry.
In due course, a light yellow ferry glided into view, disgorging a stream of
cars and motorcycles. Then the signal was given for us to board, and with
utmost care, my father drove the car onto the lower deck of the ferry. It
was a thrilling and novel experience for me. I observed the words "Pulau
Undan" elegantly inscribed on one of the ferry walls.
Once the lower deck was replete with cars and motorcycles, the ferry
departed from the terminal and commenced its journey towards the island. I
stood at the prow, observing with wonder the water swirling and dancing as
the ferry cleaved through it.
The island loomed closer into view, with the majestic Penang Bridge
stretching to our left. The setting sun cast a resplendent red glow over the
panorama, rendering it breathtakingly beautiful.
With curiosity, my sister and I ascended the stairs to the upper deck. It
was bustling with passengers either seated on the benches or leisurely
strolling around.
All too soon, the short but memorable voyage concluded. We hastened back to
the lower deck, eager to be in our car as Penang Island drew nearer and
nearer.
Finally, the ferry docked, and my father followed the line of cars,
disembarking onto Penang itself. My inaugural ferry ride had come to an end. |
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