Lots of catching up to do... Holiday to start with.
The plan was simple: one week, in the sun, all inclusive, under £500. However, there was so much bullshit around where I would fly from, what the single supplement would be, when could I go, that I just froze in the headlights. Which is where the incomparable
jen_c_w came in. Not only did she find me a choice of holidays, sheleft enough in the budget that I could travel via Gatwick, and was a truly awesome host from Friday till Sunday night in that there London.
We did fantastic food, a fizzy wine tasting, the frankly magnificient Late Turner show at the Tate, flabergastingly good cocktails, semi-raw slabs of meat from a burger van (apparently this is not to be confused with the burger van outside the Botanic Gardens in Glasgow, but is actually a hip metropolitan thing. And the burgers were amazing).
I was sorry to leave London on Sunday night, even if it was to start my holiday.
The Ibiza portion of the holiday was pretty much a mixed bag. The hotel was fine (once they let me in: I had the usual first night nonsense of being put in a hotel next door because they'd overbooked, but was able to parlay this into a free room upgrade for the rest of the week). I'd expected it to be noisy, which it was, but not to the extent of it being a problem (until the night before I was leaving in the early morning, and could really have done with a few hours of sleep).
I spent most mornings by the pool, reading, and then spent most of the afternoons by the pool, reading. Usualy I'd break the monotony before dinner by taking a coffee to the back of the hotel, overlooking San Antonio bay, and reading.
No doubt I could have had a week of carnage (all inclusive drinks, from 11 till 11, and, of course, I'd bought a bottle of malt in duty-free) and, no doubt, a few years ago I might have. But as it was, I spent a lot of time (you guessed it) reading, a lot of time walking, and a little time just relaxing under a Bo tree. Or it might have been a pine.
I'd arranged my flights back to build in an extra day in London (well, an extra 12 hours) and I spent that mostly with
khalinche , discovering marvelous pumpkins and walking through parts of London I was silly enough to think that I knew. She has the same infectious joy in showing off her adoptive city that I have in showing people around London, and I had a great time. And she made sure I was well fed. That led into an unplanned boozy afternoon with a friend of mine from the Isles, and her new partner. I was the slightly bemused and completely fascinated dumbest person at the table, and it was only reluctantly that I made it back to Victoria by 7, back to Gatwick by 8, and back to Glasgow by 11. Before midnight, I was in my own wonderful bed for the longest sleep I'd had for 10 days.
Yes, a Curate's Egg of a holiday, but I needed it.
The plan was simple: one week, in the sun, all inclusive, under £500. However, there was so much bullshit around where I would fly from, what the single supplement would be, when could I go, that I just froze in the headlights. Which is where the incomparable
We did fantastic food, a fizzy wine tasting, the frankly magnificient Late Turner show at the Tate, flabergastingly good cocktails, semi-raw slabs of meat from a burger van (apparently this is not to be confused with the burger van outside the Botanic Gardens in Glasgow, but is actually a hip metropolitan thing. And the burgers were amazing).
I was sorry to leave London on Sunday night, even if it was to start my holiday.
The Ibiza portion of the holiday was pretty much a mixed bag. The hotel was fine (once they let me in: I had the usual first night nonsense of being put in a hotel next door because they'd overbooked, but was able to parlay this into a free room upgrade for the rest of the week). I'd expected it to be noisy, which it was, but not to the extent of it being a problem (until the night before I was leaving in the early morning, and could really have done with a few hours of sleep).
I spent most mornings by the pool, reading, and then spent most of the afternoons by the pool, reading. Usualy I'd break the monotony before dinner by taking a coffee to the back of the hotel, overlooking San Antonio bay, and reading.
No doubt I could have had a week of carnage (all inclusive drinks, from 11 till 11, and, of course, I'd bought a bottle of malt in duty-free) and, no doubt, a few years ago I might have. But as it was, I spent a lot of time (you guessed it) reading, a lot of time walking, and a little time just relaxing under a Bo tree. Or it might have been a pine.
I'd arranged my flights back to build in an extra day in London (well, an extra 12 hours) and I spent that mostly with
Yes, a Curate's Egg of a holiday, but I needed it.
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Date: 2014-09-29 06:31 pm (UTC)Do promise that your next holiday will be in Hawaii, please!
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Date: 2014-09-30 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-29 08:05 pm (UTC)If you were staying with Jen, you were round the corner from me, we have ascertained that we live very close to each other. (Don't know her IRL only from LJ/Twitter.)
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Date: 2014-09-30 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-29 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-30 11:19 am (UTC)Oh yay
Date: 2014-10-13 01:51 pm (UTC)I think I should become a PA for some high powered businessman, I quite like sorting out cool travel trips.
Re: Oh yay
Date: 2014-10-13 04:07 pm (UTC)