The search. Big people of narzi part 1

the people of narzi were the largest people anyone had ever seen. of
course, no human had ever seen them before because dispite their very
large size, they were well hidden.
a young man from america had come to england one week with his trusty
dog malfoy, in search of this mysterious narzi world. the mans name was
peter, a well established artist insearch of insperation and adventure
from his work. of course, he had no idea what he was letting himself
into. many men had gone insearch for the narzi world, but all ad
failed. but peter was determined, and i have to say his determination
was quite a down point in his personality.
peter left his piccadily hotel in london on the morning of his
adventure in high spirits. he didn't take much, just a drink, his note
pad and his pencils, all in one small black backpack. all he knew was
this magical narzi world was many miles underground, he had to find a
route downwards... a mine perhaps. yes... a mine would be ideal. but
where to find one? peter was thinking to himself all the way down the
high street. there would be no mines here he thought. too many
buildings.
so he hailed a cab, got inside and headed for the country. it was pure
luck that on his way he came across an old abandoned mine. he paided
off the driver and looked about. it was very silent and dusty, he had
no idea where to go. he had to find a safe entrance. so he slowly
circled the mine until he saw a large opening, with a large gate
covered with rust. he looked around to see if anyone was watching, then
slid through the small gap on the right hand side. it was very dark, he
wished he had brought a torch. them he remembered, he always kept a
small torch in his inside pocket. he reached in and with a sigh of
relief, turned it on and shined it about. he started to walk forwards,
it was damp and muggy. drips of water fell on his coat and head as he
walked along. it got colder with every step and peter shivered in his
raincoat and drips of water fell on the ground below him. he shone his
torch around the long round thin tunnel and stopped all of a sudden. he
suddenly realised, that he had gone a long way down the tunnel now and
the walls were changing. the walls were covered in damp green moss
before and now it was turning red and yellow. it was a spectaular sight
and peter stared down the tunnel in shock of the colour all around him.
it was unlike anything anyone had ever seen. he was almost frightened.
but his adventurous instinct carried him on. he walked on in silence
far down the tunnel and the further he went, the more colours he saw.
he saw reds, blues, purples, yellows and oranges. not dull, but
illuminus and bright like a newly done painting all the way down the
tunnel.
peter had now been travelling for many hours, he stared at his watch
and was amazed to see it was 6 o'clock, ten hours since he had set
off.