I've had enough now and would rather be in my manky little bedsit in cold, dark, damp London. Sad but true.
It's definitely nice to see the sun, and to walk on some nice beaches (in the small moments of freedom I get).
Not so nice being drenched in sweat as it is so hot and there is so little shade - and even the shade is hot!
Not so nice being eaten alive every moment of the day by either sandflies (close relation of Satan) or mosquitoes the size of small bombers.
Not so nice being hungry - of course one ought not eat more then a slice of lettuce and figment of fish each meal in order to fit in that special outfit that cost more then a small country's annual budget.
Not so nice paying more then my weekly wage (almost) for a taste of melted chocolate that has sat on the shelf at the local store since 1979.
Not so nice feeling unhappy about being somewhere beautiful when I could be having such a wonderful time exploring this little tidbit of paradise...
Roll on Saturday...
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