Control reading (2 term)

Read the text and answer the question. Choose a, b, c or d.

Adventures in Bali

The streets of Ubud were as busy as they were noisy. Bicycles, cars, pedestrians, and motorcycles all fought to stay on the road in what seemed like a giant, chaotic mess. ‘Look out!’ Liz yelled, as she pulled me onto the pavement. A taxi pulled to a screeching stop within two feet of us. ‘Hey!’ I screamed at the driver, ‘You almost hit me!’ A short, young man jumped out of the taxi and ran up to us. ‘I’m sorry, madam, you needed a taxi, right?’ he asked, with a huge smile on his face. It was then that I realised that this kind of driving must be normal in Bali. Liz and I looked at each other, then at the smiling taxi driver, and decided to forgive the young man and take him up on his offer. After all, we had been walking all day, and our hostel was still a 45 minute walk away. Wayan, our driver, turned out to be extremely friendly and a passionate surfer. When we told him that we wanted to try surfing while in Bali, he offered to take us himself. He even offered to lend us two of his extra surfboards. We were so touched by his generosity, we immediately accepted and arranged to meet up the next day. At sunrise, we met up with Wayan on Kuta beach, a surfing point that attracted some very experienced surfers. However, after a short lesson with Wayan, I felt comfortable enough to give it a try. Liz felt she needed more practice and stayed on the beach practising with Wayan. The waves were huge, so I was careful not to paddle out too deep. I managed to catch a small wave without falling off of my board, and felt very proud of myself. After a second successful try, I decided to paddle out a bit deeper. I saw a large wave approaching and set myself up on my surfboard. The next thing I knew, the huge wave was crashing over me. I immediately went under and felt myself tumble about. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my leg and realised I had been cut by a sharp piece of coral. I finally reached the surface, gasping for air, and cried out loud in pain. Thankfully, Wayan and Liz reached my side before the next wave crashed over me, and pulled me out to shore. Breathless, I took one look at my leg, and passed out. The truth is, I never did react well to the sight of blood, even if it was my own. The next thing I remember, I was lying on a bed with a doctor standing above me. Apparently, Wayan and Liz had brought me to the local hospital. The doctor was just finishing stitching up my cut, which reached from my ankle all the way to my knee. He bandaged me up, gave me some very strong antibiotics, and told me to avoid going in the water for the rest of the trip. Even though I was in a lot of pain for the next couple of days, I managed to remain positive. I promised myself, and Wayan, that I would come back to Bali soon. Meanwhile, I would have my scar to remind me of my amazing travel adventure.

What almost hit the two friends on the street?

Read the text and answer the question. Choose a, b, c or d.

Adventures in Bali

The streets of Ubud were as busy as they were noisy. Bicycles, cars, pedestrians, and motorcycles all fought to stay on the road in what seemed like a giant, chaotic mess. ‘Look out!’ Liz yelled, as she pulled me onto the pavement. A taxi pulled to a screeching stop within two feet of us. ‘Hey!’ I screamed at the driver, ‘You almost hit me!’ A short, young man jumped out of the taxi and ran up to us. ‘I’m sorry, madam, you needed a taxi, right?’ he asked, with a huge smile on his face. It was then that I realised that this kind of driving must be normal in Bali. Liz and I looked at each other, then at the smiling taxi driver, and decided to forgive the young man and take him up on his offer. After all, we had been walking all day, and our hostel was still a 45 minute walk away. Wayan, our driver, turned out to be extremely friendly and a passionate surfer. When we told him that we wanted to try surfing while in Bali, he offered to take us himself. He even offered to lend us two of his extra surfboards. We were so touched by his generosity, we immediately accepted and arranged to meet up the next day. At sunrise, we met up with Wayan on Kuta beach, a surfing point that attracted some very experienced surfers. However, after a short lesson with Wayan, I felt comfortable enough to give it a try. Liz felt she needed more practice and stayed on the beach practising with Wayan. The waves were huge, so I was careful not to paddle out too deep. I managed to catch a small wave without falling off of my board, and felt very proud of myself. After a second successful try, I decided to paddle out a bit deeper. I saw a large wave approaching and set myself up on my surfboard. The next thing I knew, the huge wave was crashing over me. I immediately went under and felt myself tumble about. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my leg and realised I had been cut by a sharp piece of coral. I finally reached the surface, gasping for air, and cried out loud in pain. Thankfully, Wayan and Liz reached my side before the next wave crashed over me, and pulled me out to shore. Breathless, I took one look at my leg, and passed out. The truth is, I never did react well to the sight of blood, even if it was my own. The next thing I remember, I was lying on a bed with a doctor standing above me. Apparently, Wayan and Liz had brought me to the local hospital. The doctor was just finishing stitching up my cut, which reached from my ankle all the way to my knee. He bandaged me up, gave me some very strong antibiotics, and told me to avoid going in the water for the rest of the trip. Even though I was in a lot of pain for the next couple of days, I managed to remain positive. I promised myself, and Wayan, that I would come back to Bali soon. Meanwhile, I would have my scar to remind me of my amazing travel adventure.

Where were the narrator and her friend going when they first met Wayan?

Read the text and answer the question. Choose a, b, c or d.

Adventures in Bali

The streets of Ubud were as busy as they were noisy. Bicycles, cars, pedestrians, and motorcycles all fought to stay on the road in what seemed like a giant, chaotic mess. ‘Look out!’ Liz yelled, as she pulled me onto the pavement. A taxi pulled to a screeching stop within two feet of us. ‘Hey!’ I screamed at the driver, ‘You almost hit me!’ A short, young man jumped out of the taxi and ran up to us. ‘I’m sorry, madam, you needed a taxi, right?’ he asked, with a huge smile on his face. It was then that I realised that this kind of driving must be normal in Bali. Liz and I looked at each other, then at the smiling taxi driver, and decided to forgive the young man and take him up on his offer. After all, we had been walking all day, and our hostel was still a 45 minute walk away. Wayan, our driver, turned out to be extremely friendly and a passionate surfer. When we told him that we wanted to try surfing while in Bali, he offered to take us himself. He even offered to lend us two of his extra surfboards. We were so touched by his generosity, we immediately accepted and arranged to meet up the next day. At sunrise, we met up with Wayan on Kuta beach, a surfing point that attracted some very experienced surfers. However, after a short lesson with Wayan, I felt comfortable enough to give it a try. Liz felt she needed more practice and stayed on the beach practising with Wayan. The waves were huge, so I was careful not to paddle out too deep. I managed to catch a small wave without falling off of my board, and felt very proud of myself. After a second successful try, I decided to paddle out a bit deeper. I saw a large wave approaching and set myself up on my surfboard. The next thing I knew, the huge wave was crashing over me. I immediately went under and felt myself tumble about. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my leg and realised I had been cut by a sharp piece of coral. I finally reached the surface, gasping for air, and cried out loud in pain. Thankfully, Wayan and Liz reached my side before the next wave crashed over me, and pulled me out to shore. Breathless, I took one look at my leg, and passed out. The truth is, I never did react well to the sight of blood, even if it was my own. The next thing I remember, I was lying on a bed with a doctor standing above me. Apparently, Wayan and Liz had brought me to the local hospital. The doctor was just finishing stitching up my cut, which reached from my ankle all the way to my knee. He bandaged me up, gave me some very strong antibiotics, and told me to avoid going in the water for the rest of the trip. Even though I was in a lot of pain for the next couple of days, I managed to remain positive. I promised myself, and Wayan, that I would come back to Bali soon. Meanwhile, I would have my scar to remind me of my amazing travel adventure.

How did Liz feel about surfing on Kuta beach?