It was that time again our annual surfing trip to Devon. While my parents packed up the suitcases and loaded up the car for the long journey ahead, we chatted excitedly about what an incredible holiday this was going to be!
Not too long into the journey, the beautifully clear, blue sky became dark and ominous. All of a sudden, crashing towards the long line of traffic, was a colossal wave – not the kind you’d want to catch on a board either.
Desperately, people raced wildly out of their cars, running, screaming and panicking yet as I looked to my left, I saw a man, he looked like he had been studying tsunamis in geography. He was the first one to realise what had happened.
He saw the islands disappearing. We kept going for higher ground, up the steep hill into the jungle beyond it. We waited for two hours, knowing only a few people would have survived the huge waves.
Although the man had miraculously managed to prevent the death of many people but everyone was still extremely frightened! Even though we survived we felt guilt after seeing the devastation.We were lucky enough to leave, but many were left with nothing.The waves flattened walls, trees, and the buildings around us, before rising higher and higher.
One of the only positives to come out of it all was the humanity of it. It didn't matter about your nationality or religion. Everyone was checking on each other.
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