It really is a different way of life over there (there being Crete). Everything is so much more relaxed. Except on the roads, where they drive like madmen.
Ice-cream always tastes better on holiday. Always.
You can have a beer at any time of the day and not be looked at like you’re some kind of steamer. Or maybe you are but you’re too drunk to notice.
Two weeks seems like an age when you’re away but never seems long enough when you’re back.
Flying bugs like big black torpedoes of death. And they’re EVERYWHERE.
The Timeshare people who offer you scratchcards have nothing to do with Timeshare. That’s because it has nothing to do with Timeshare. It’s a Holiday Club. And not Timeshare.
I don’t miss stuff. And I have a lot of stuff.
People who go on holiday and spend all their time by the pool, or down by the beach, are odd. Especially when there are things to see and do.
I saw the most Scottish person ever on holiday. We shouldn’t let people like him out the country.
I would like more holidays. That would be very nice indeed. Oh, yes…
BigAl
