附教学材料：
Extended reading
Read the travel journal written by a student who took a trip to Africa with his parents.
An Adventure in Africa
30 June, Morocco
My parents and I had just driven down the narrow mountain road from Marrakesh, with all its sharp bends, and had finally arrived at Merzouga. Before us stretched the unending sand dunes that marked the beginning of the Sahara. A small boy walked past with a group of noisy goats as I took a long look at the yellow roadside sign that told us we were entering a “fragile natural environment”. I made a resolution to respect and protect this unique landscape while I was here. We set off, our vehicle quietly running over the sand and small stones. It wasn't long before we were surrounded by enormous sand dunes towering above us on all sides. The wind was blowing grains of sand from the tops of the dunes, the sun was beating down hard and bright, and the sky was a deep shade of blue that I had never seen before. The wild beauty of the desert was about to reveal itself. There was not a plant to be seen. The desert appeared completely empty, which was calming and threatening at the same time. The colours of the dunes contrasted strikingly with the blue of the cloudless sky.
Eventually, as the last rays of sunlight were falling on the sand, we arrived at our desert camp. Stars were already shining brightly in the darkening sky and it was getting cold with the approach of the night. Three camels, slowly chewing, were resting on their knees and watching our arrival with interest. “So, which one of you lucky animals will be my ride tomorrow?” I said out loud as I grabbed my bag and headed towards the warm campfire. I was starving and rushed to put a steak on the barbecue.
3 July, Kenya
A few days after our departure from the camp, our car was well and truly stuck in the mud. We were very near to our rest camp in Amboseli National Park located on the border of Kenya when my father, against my mother’s advice, decided to drive through a large pool of water that stretched across the dirt road. Two tall slim local people were standing by the roadside watching us with amusement. They must have realized that we were totally helpless, for after a few moments, they wandered over and pushed us free. My father smiled weakly and we drove on as my mother and I waved from the car window.
We found a parking space next to our hut, which was round and made from brick. The walls, painted brilliant white, reflected the afternoon sun. There were five similar huts, all lined up facing Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest mountain in Africa. The mountain rose up over the plains before us. Tall grasses and trees dotted the plains, which were alive with the African wildlife we had come to see. Giraffes, with their long necks, were pulling leaves from the highest branches. In the distance, elephants were eating grass, ears flapping lazily as they moved slowly over the plains. I had never seen anything like this before. It was indeed the greatest show on the Earth.
We got out of the car, carrying our suitcases and boxes of food into the hut. I placed ham sandwiches, sausages and a bunch of bananas on a small wooden table. I returned to the car and fetched more possessions. It was then that I noticed a small grey monkey sitting on a tree a few metres away and eating a banana. “So cute,” I thought to myself, until I realized it was my banana that he was eating! He was looking at me intently as he enjoyed the final mouthful. I was sure he was saying, “Thank you.” “You're welcome,” I replied.
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