After a bit over a week of frantic sightseeing, manic traffic, fevered shopping and go-go-go, we had a two-night breather at a beach resort.
A private beach, tucked away on a peninsula.
Soft, white sand.
Crystal clear, warm water.
A two-bedroom, two-story villa with its own pool, right on the beach.
Shame the resort itself was run a bit like a cross between Fawlty Towers and Gilligan’s Island.
I guess you can’t have everything!