My trip began as I woke up to the rain pelting against my bedroom window – classic England. This would not dampen my mood however, as I knew this was the start of a fantastic adventure. My bags were packed – most importantly my camera. I loaded it into my car and I was ready to embark upon my journey. Airport here I come.
Five hours into a painstakingly agonising wait at the airport, and finally the plane was ready for take-off. I took my seat with the rest of the crew and off we went.
Upon arrival, the contrast was definitely apparent. The sun was shining and it was actually hot. We cruised through the city and made our way to the hotel, making sure to admire my surroundings as we went. Over the horizon I saw the distant shimmer of the hotel as we slowly approached our destination.
The hotel was fit for a king, with a dazzling chandelier being the star attraction of the show. I slowly meandered over to the reception desk, where a smiling member of staff immediately greeted me. Arriving at my room, I looked around in awe at the luxury that I was to be staying in for the next few days.
After a short while we all bounded down stairs, excited to hear the line-up of what would be to follow. Following this I was absolutely knackered, so made sure I went to get some well needed rest before starting my adventure.
The crew and I all travelled to the Toyota headquarters where we would meet with company representatives to learn about the new Prius and everything it has to offer. With a warm greeting we were all brought into a sleek, professional meeting room where we got a talk on the new Prius. “Economically friendly”, “more efficient” and “quieter”. These were all quotes used to describe the Prius and quite frankly I couldn’t agree more. After this, we got to the good bit. Driving the car.
The Prius sparkled under the sun and it immediately jumped out and grabbed my full attention. I got in, gripped the wheel, waited for a roar of an engine only to be greeted by a low purr of the hybrid. A flock of Prius’ pulled out the car park and I was quick to join, to avoid being abandoned.
Location one. Photo time. I stepped out of the Prius, made sure the lighting was correct and went about what I do best. I was in full form taking pictures off the car in all its glory, making sure I always got on its best side. I say best side but the whole design of the car allowed me to take picture after picture with absolute ease. After ten minutes of snapping the best shots, I yearned to get back behind the wheel and cruise round the narrow roads of Valencia.
Location two … three … four… Excitement ran through my body, enticing me to continue making sure I got that one perfect picture, so I would always have a permanent memory of the joy I got from just one car.
As the day drew to a close and the sun was slowly giving way for the moon, I really came to see the Prius in its true glory. The roads were eerily quiet but I strangely enjoyed it. I could swoop from corner to corner feeling the grip of the Prius as it navigated round the tight roads with ease. This was pure driving pleasure.
I arrived back at the hotel, exhausted. Ready for sleep. Surely I would be dreaming of my photographic journey with the Prius.