Squatting, squishing and only just
zipping up suitcases brimming with factor 50 sun defying lotion,
label-fresh swimwear yet to discover it's purpose, our skimpiest milk
bottle leg revealing shorts and - perhaps something else that should
have been left at home - a very British attitude toward holidays. The
stereotypical British sun seeker is often so desperate for some
vitamin D, the Discovery D is neglected. Unfortunately, restaurants
in the more popular holiday hotspots have catered to their foreign
diners and started serving up our home comfort food- thus allowing
the holidaymaker to leave their stomachs back home, in a warm bed of
mashed potatoes and sausages. But it's not just our bellies that we
blindly leave behind; there is also a total lack of culture craving.
It is less about the country, history, language, food, people and
more about the presence of a tepid ocean and some toasty rays. I'm
not condemning this type of vacation; I totally understand the warm
weather deprived desire for some contradicting chill time, you could
say. However, I think our net could be cast to a more tropical ocean,
finding that we can enrich our minds as well as our skin tone on our
skyline scurrying. Take a warm wander to wherever your bank can
allow, just take with you a slightly altered adventurous attitude.
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