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.
