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One cannot help but feel excitement at the prospect of travelling to ourcapital city. It's greatness in both economic and military might, coupled with its stunning beauty and breathtaking architecture will be the envy of other cities for many millennia to come. My friends and I pack our belongings into our bags and prepare to depart to our destination. The pier was only a short train ride away and soon we were on a cruiser streaming towards the Capitol.  

                My friends and I chatted animatedly on board the cruiser. Some of us took the opportunity to enjoy the fresh air and salt spray. While it is only a short ride to the seaside from our hometown, it is also expensive and disruptive to our school hours. For many of us, it was the first time ever seeing the sea. The ride was bumpier than expected, causing one of my friend to lean over the side of the boat and vomit. Rather than being sympathetic, most of us laughed at her. Not too long after, several of those leaned over the side of the boat as well.  

              The Capitol soon loomed before us. Given that most of us had never set foot in the capital city of our nation before, many of us jumped to our feet in excitement, craning our necks to get a better view of the city. As described by maps, tourist and other travellers, the city's beauty was breathtaking. Even at this distance, we could see tall spires , delicate rooftop gardens and the mighty pyramid in the centre of the city.  

             The cruiser docked and most of us practically ran down the gangplank as if our lives depended on it. Many of my friends started taking out recording devices to document their first, and somewhat ridiculously funny, trip to the capital. Grabbing tourist maps, we being to plot our journey for the day.  

            The maps showed a city laid out in five concentric circles. A layer of land, followed by a deep, wide moat of fresh water, then another layer of earth, another trough of water and finally the centre island on which the pyramid rests upon. Given that there were so many things to see, we decide to split into groups. One group will go forth to the pyramid, a second will explore the bodies of water, and my group will scour the land for interesting sights and sounds.  

             The first place my group charges into is the Central Market. Unlike the solemn market we have back at home, the capital's market is vibrant and teeming with interesting items. Parrots caw in their cages, shopkeepers yell over the racket to persuade passing people to purchase their wares, little children dart around in an endless game of hide and seek. We occasionally have to step aside to allow passing vehicles and elephants to pass. Many of my friends grabbed decorative items, but I settled myself with a miniature ivory elephant carving.  

            We then proceed to the up scale neighbourhood where multi storey houses with immaculate lawns were. A boastful friend of mine swore that one day he'll own the place, but I highly doubt it, since he had just gestured to the President's official residence. We did however, have a nice long laugh at his expense. After taking enough pictures to paper our entire school, we return to the docks. Just as we were turning away, a brilliant flash of light illuminates the dusk sky. We looked at each other foolishly as if either of us could come up with an explanation, but when the incident does not recur, we ignore it and walk back to the docks.  

              The waterway team gushed their experiences of swimming with many different types of aquatic life. A friend had even decided to buy some of the aquatic animals there, We lall leaned forward to better view s strange, five pointed fish at the bottom of the container. Just as we looked up, the pyramid team arrived, looking glum. Before we could even ask, the leader said "There was a problem with the pyramid today. They were having some kind of malfunction, so we weren't allowed in. We...
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