Arriving to the port there so was much commotion. People were scrambling to make sure they do not leave any luggage behind. Mothers were trying to keep their children from running away in curiosity of the ship, and others speeding as fast as they can to be first in line to board. It is hard to stay calm through all the madness and …show more content…
We get off port and see a street vendor selling some excursions to the pyramids. We purchase nine excursions for fifty dollars each, which was incredibly cheap. My brother and I, being the fearless persons we are, we had the chance to climb an ancient two hundred feet Aztec pyramid. The climb up was incredibly scary. The steps up were about at a foot high and very steep. Climbing up felt like a small gust of wind could just blow you over and send you tumbling down the pyramid. Upon reaching the top, we had an amazing view of the green pastures of the preserved Aztec …show more content…
Our trip was just about over. Boarding the ship again, it was time for us to start packing our stuff. The last day just flew by. By the time we knew it we were back in Galveston. Getting off the ship was just as hectic as getting on. People once again are trying to keep track of their kids, luggage, and rushing to be first in line.
After waiting in line for thirty minutes, we finally were out of the terminal. As we are walking out, there is this giant banner that read “That was fun! Let’s do it again!” We couldn’t agree