Fortunately, I've had many more good travel experiences than bad and, for the most part, the let-downs are usually caused by something outside the destination's control. There's nothing you can do about bad weather, for example - although as an expat Brit, there's nothing I like more than to complain about it.
One destination I hope never to return to is Magaluf. You may have read about the Spanish party town on the island of Majorca, thanks to its "outbreak" of STIs. Tourists are apparently "lining up for antibiotics", which is curbing their favoured holiday pastime of binge-drinking.
No, this isn't some weird kind of oversharing confession. But, after visiting as a teenager, I can confirm that Magaluf is some kind of fresh hell.
Back then, of course, it was the time of my life. Which proves that opinions should never be taken too seriously because - like people - they change a lot over time.
