Herald on Sunday - - AFRICA -

I went to Paxos, in Greece, for my friend’s wed­ding. We had to take a lot of flights to get there but it was def­i­nitely worth it. The weather was amaz­ing. We did lots of swim­ming, lots of div­ing off boats into crys­tal-clear blue wa­ter and swim­ming in caves. We also did lots of par­ty­ing and the food was in­sane. They had the best toma­toes I’ve ever tasted. I don’t know what it is about the soil in Greece, but I’ve never tasted toma­toes like it any­where else in the world. We of­ten vis­ited the lo­cal tav­erna, where they served a de­li­cious cold beer in the ici­est of glasses I’d ever en­coun­tered. It was the most won­der­ful hol­i­day ever.

I was in Ed­in­burgh for a play in the Ed­in­burgh Fringe fes­ti­val. My friend and I de­cided to get out of the city for a bit and take a visit to Loch Lomond. We didn’t book ac­com­mo­da­tion. This was 1999, so I’d only just got a Hot­mail ac­count, on­line book­ings weren’t a thing! We un­der­es­ti­mated how long it would take to get there — we thought we’d do a day trip — but by the time we’d had a look around it was dark and we had to find some­where to stay. We booked into a ho­tel and this crazy-look­ing tooth­less woman opened the door. Un­for­tu­nately, it was our only op­tion. It was freez­ing cold and the blan­kets on the bed were stained. I hon­estly thought I could get mur­dered that night. It was by far the worst quick night away I’ve ever had.

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