A change of pace

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!