The continuing diaries of an Englishman abroad visiting such exotic places as Spain, USA, Malta and heaven knows where. Tagging along are his wife Pauline and daughter Emma.

Everything you are about to read is based on true events and real people. It may have been embellished beyond recognition for a cheap laugh but everything happened to a greater or lesser degree. Apart from the bits I made up. OK, and apart from the jokes. And apart from the fantasy sequences. But all the characters are real, believe me.


Exciting isn't it?


Thursday, 9 February 2012

Majorca 2004 - Day 15



Our flight from Palma is at 11.45 and the coach is picking us up at 8.55 so we had time for breakfast before we left.

It’s been an exceptionally quiet but relaxing holiday and it’s been nice not to have our sleep disturbed by moronic hotel guests slamming doors at two or three in the morning or running up and down the corridors shouting and generally behaving as if it was three in the afternoon instead of three in the morning. I could have done with not so many pins dropping during the day though. Having said that, this ‘Thomson Gold’ holiday setup does seem to work. By restricting bookings to over sixteen’s and using three star and above accommodation, it does create an older generation environment – trouble free and easy going.

It took me time to get used to it but the standard of hotel, the service, food and, yes even the organised entertainment was fine if that’s the sort of thing you like. We ignored most of that but still enjoyed the holiday.

And if you wanted to spend a warm evening with a few drinks watching average to bad entertainment than you could do worse than sit around the hotel open air stage and marvel at Emmathethomsonrep and the incredible tackiness of all the acts.

Roll on next year.

No comments:

Post a Comment