We made a decision a while back to try and book our summer holiday last minute to get a bit of a bargain.
Ho ho. That was before the heavens opened with biblical flair and Britain shut down for the summer. Summerwear is bring discounted ferociously everywhere in the shops as sales of cold and flu remedies rocket. For a month we looked at everything through a curtain of rain. While the sun is now blazing in the sky, the fiasco of July sent everybody scurrying to buy a ticket our of this sodden land. So what are the chances of getting a bargain on a holiday? Non-existent. What are the chances of booking a holiday, any holiday at all? Slim. Having tried to book promising looking holidays on Malta and Madeira only to be told that they rooms had already been allocated, Martin walked into Trailfinders last week on a mission to book a holiday. When he came out we were booked to go to Oman. They didn't have anything else for our dates.
I think we can safely assume that we may not be followed by the rain jinx which has followed us over the last three holidays we have taken, when on each occasion we were staying in the only place in the country where there was not tropical sunshine(although I still cling to the theoretical possibility that everybody, including the weatherman) was lying to us.
Oman looks good. I'm hoping for immense luxury, great food, relaxation and the odd sightseeing treat in the shape of a souk, a palace or a visit to a beautiful mosque. It will be, as my friend Jo remarked, "pigging hot" so our pale blond children will be swathed in sun-repellent clothing and soaked thoroughly in Factor 50. But I'm really looking forward to it. I've never been to that part of the world at all, so it'll be something completely new.
Was it a bargain? Er... no. But we'll revel in the luxury for a week and then live on offal for a few months when we get home.
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