Oh dear. I have to write this with a heavy heart indeed. It looks like Christmas is going to be very miserable for me. I am staying on this nasty little beach, with hideous palm trees, horrible golden sands, and disgusting clear warm water. To make matters worse, the weather here is a terrible 25 degrees or so, and the food is awfully excellent. I am forced to shack up in a hut which looks right on to the seafront, about 20 yards from it. It's disgusting, it really is. And to cap it all, there is an obscene amount of attractive young ladies wandering around - it shouldn't be allowed I tell you.
Oh well, I'll just have to make the best of it, and just stay here and be jealous of all you lot wherever you are. I think i'll spend this evening crying into my hammock watching the sunset.... yours an unhappy traveller..
teee hee!!!
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