A backpacker’s nightmare
Today my colleague came back to work after a two week holiday on Cyprus.
She proudly showed her red burnt skin, and told about the amazing temperatures, the steep prices, and her & her husband’s daily activities. Let me give an outline. In the daytime they’d sit at the hotel pool: she’d work on her embroidery of two swimming goldfishes, and he’d read in his book. In the evenings they’d go to a live music cafe, the same one every day. During the fourteen days they were on the island, they made two daytrips and saw a bit of Cyprus’ beach instead of the hotel pool.
Shivers went down my spine upon listening to all of this. If at some point in my life my holidays should look like that, please shoot me. I’ll be done for.
October 5th, 2005 at 1:30 am
Don’t worry: if I ever catch you sitting by that pool i WILL shoot you.
Horrifying.
October 5th, 2005 at 2:07 pm
Hahaha! Haha! Do you know what’s even worse? Groepsbusreizen. Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll ever end up spending your holiday sitting by that pool. See you on Thursday!
“Mikey”
October 5th, 2005 at 5:36 pm
What’s wrong with embroidered goldfish?
Oh and, Mikey: we actually went of ‘groepsbusreis’ to Turkey earlier this year, to see all kinds of antique towns. True, such a trip IS an acquired taste to say the least (and it was our first time and maybe the last…), but then, it wasn’t THAT gruesome.
(The part I myself liked best was when the group were ushered into a carpet factory to be harrassed by carpet salesmen, and the first thing we did was going to the exit again in a beeline and then out for a lovely stroll in the sunshine in the countryside. Glorious.)