This time we are dipping our toe in the all inclusive family holiday experience. Being shepherded around from plane to coach, one queue to the other without having to make a decision or ask what the plan is.
Not a single stag or hen in sight, just the chorus of crying babies and parents swearing under their breath. People Acting like they have never been though airport security before, gripping the armrest as we take off an land... Quite frankly as if they have been allowed out the country for the first time.
We landed without incident collected our bags and were hearded to the right bus number. - people clutching their boarding passes muttering about being allocated seat numbers on the bus.
Greeted with that familiar smell of tobacco and body odour from our Spanish bus driver before the broken Scouse/English/Spanish exchange to determine head count and hotel. Uno, dos... donde-esta.... kay!?...
Right, when's the reps welcome meeting...
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