What was your greatest holiday?
In 2009, I travelled solo through Europe, South America and the States, covering 17 countries in eight months. I met my now husband and father of my child in my last port of call, New York City, where we spent a month falling in love. Needless to say, 2009 was a real ripper.
And the worst?
After a particularly hard job, we decided to visit Thailand for equal parts culture and horizontal beach times. The last week we were there we stayed at a resort in Bottle Beach on Ko Pha Ngan. It was beautiful, but we started to feel guilty about the fact the price of our cocktails was probably more than our waiters' weekly wage. Once we settled the bill and were about to leave, the staff turned sour and accused us of stealing a towel. We were made to wait while they looked for it. I assume they found it since we were then told sternly, "Okay, you can go now." We left feeling gross. Tanned, but gross.
If we bump into you on holiday, what are you most likely to be doing?