Things that are bothering me today:
1. The ridiculous house prices in London
2. My current bank account balance
3. The prospect of no holiday in sight
Right now I want to be on a beach somewhere, lying lazily in the baking sun, dozing off to the sound of waves splashing gently on shore, contemplating what i'm going to have for lunch and what i'm going to do for the remainder of the day.
What I do not feel like doing is being stuck for nine hours on a cramped charter flight with a bunch of loud-mouthed chavs wrecking havoc with mini-vodka's and yelping like demented dogs in heat. Sadly, to get to my paradise it often involves surviving the latter.
Nothing makes my heart sink faster than getting to the airport and joining the queue from hell. You know the one. Whole families sitting on the ground, tossing cheesy 'Quaver's' around to each other and already arguing about who gets the window seat. Having your heart sink upon boarding the plane to hear a huge belch from the seat behind, and turning to find a grinning, morbidly obese (no putting the seat back then) woman who is two sheets to the wind thanks to the three beers necked in the restaurant moments before.
I am so scared to go back to our divine retreat in Goa. By all accounts it has become rife with riff-raff. It has become like Benidorm. It is full of track-suited hooligans, pronouncing Indian names incorrectly and badgering away for cheap silver as if they're in East St. market.
You may think I sound like a snob, but it's gut-wrenching to think that your own personal paradise, which holds some of the best memories of your life, may be no more. Once the masses have discovered it - forget it.
Still, on this depressingly rainy Sunday morning I think even I would withstand a flight from hell and a completely commercialised setting for the benefits of some proper sun. I wouldn't even care if the cows which wander the beaches in Goa had 'Burger King' signs etched on their sides.
Today, almost anywhere feels more appealing than 'a summer day which is so clearly not a summer day' in inner-city London. URGHHH.
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