the morning of 26th December was warm and sunny on Phi Phi Don island in Thailand. The sunshine was a welcome change from the wet, rainy weather in London. After breakfast we went to the beach. My parents decided to sunbathe and i ran straight into the crystal clear water. . Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen.
Suddenly , i heard a loud roar. The water under my feet disappeared. i wondered as i turned to see a massive wave coming towards me. "Mark,run!" i heard my mum shout before the huge wave swallowed me. i was under the water. i tried to breathe and reach the surface but the force of the water just pushed me down. Then, out of nowhere a hand grabbed me and pulled me up. i gasped for air and looked around. i was in palm tree with a Thai man. i could see people in the distance running in panic.
I felt like crying but i was too shocked to even do that. The only thing i could do was to sit and watch, unable to move. The hours passed slowly. suddenly, the thai man started shouting and pointing to a helicopter. the pilot saw us and came to rescue us. half an hour later we were safe in the hills. there were a lot of people there. i lelt lonely and lost. "Mark, you're safe," i heard my mum's voice say. i don't remember feeling more relieved in my life than at that moment.
Two days later we left the island. We felf lucky to be alive but we were sorry for the locals that their homes. it was a terrible experience.