Globalti
Legendary Member
I was on here last week boasting about being in Paris for the end of the Tour. Today I'm back at work and feeling even more tired and wound-up than before we left. The dream holiday went like this:
Get up at 02.00 to catch silly time flight to Paris. Blow 25 years of overseas business travel hotel points on 2 nights in a luxury hotel just off the Champs Elysées but sleep not a wink thanks to some selfish barstewards partying all of both nights either in the hotel or across the street, impossible to tell. Paris very hot, dirty, Metro stinks of wee wee. Witness unpleasant scenes of Romanian pickpockets being evicted from Metro by CRS. Get harrassed by con-artists in street. Watch end of Tour. Next day misinformed by hotel staff and waste an hour sweltering with heavy case trying to find the bus stop for Orly. Arrive at Orly late and nearly miss flight to Calvi. Hotel room is filthy with non-functioning AC so complain next morning and change for 3 nights to a smaller room, cleaner, with better AC. Stooge around northern Corsica in sweltering heat in an embarrassing Dacia Duster, discovering that you can't really go anywhere else because roads are so twisty that you seldom get out of third gear. Snorkel a bit but get bitten by horseflies when out of the sea. Final night changed back to another room with no AC at all, temperature in room is 29C so lie awake naked on bed and get up covered in mosquito bites. Morning flight back to Orly then bus transfer to CDG, long wait, then fly to Manchester arriving home knackered at 7.30 pm.
I'd much rather have gone cycling and walking somewhere clean and fresh like Scotland or Norway, or if forced to have a hot weather holiday, Cornwall where at least I could have gone rock-climbing on the sea cliffs while Mrs Gti sat around doing nothing.
Why do we subject ourselves to this annual stupidity?
Get up at 02.00 to catch silly time flight to Paris. Blow 25 years of overseas business travel hotel points on 2 nights in a luxury hotel just off the Champs Elysées but sleep not a wink thanks to some selfish barstewards partying all of both nights either in the hotel or across the street, impossible to tell. Paris very hot, dirty, Metro stinks of wee wee. Witness unpleasant scenes of Romanian pickpockets being evicted from Metro by CRS. Get harrassed by con-artists in street. Watch end of Tour. Next day misinformed by hotel staff and waste an hour sweltering with heavy case trying to find the bus stop for Orly. Arrive at Orly late and nearly miss flight to Calvi. Hotel room is filthy with non-functioning AC so complain next morning and change for 3 nights to a smaller room, cleaner, with better AC. Stooge around northern Corsica in sweltering heat in an embarrassing Dacia Duster, discovering that you can't really go anywhere else because roads are so twisty that you seldom get out of third gear. Snorkel a bit but get bitten by horseflies when out of the sea. Final night changed back to another room with no AC at all, temperature in room is 29C so lie awake naked on bed and get up covered in mosquito bites. Morning flight back to Orly then bus transfer to CDG, long wait, then fly to Manchester arriving home knackered at 7.30 pm.
I'd much rather have gone cycling and walking somewhere clean and fresh like Scotland or Norway, or if forced to have a hot weather holiday, Cornwall where at least I could have gone rock-climbing on the sea cliffs while Mrs Gti sat around doing nothing.
Why do we subject ourselves to this annual stupidity?