Nothing says holiday like:
Wearing the t-shirt you bought on your last vacation, while on this one. We lost count of how many Hard Rock Cancun t-shirts we saw yesterday. People like you to know that they've done this sort of thing before. Don't mess with them.
Hard Rock Cafes. I know. Let's fly around the world and go to a restaurant that's an exact replica of the one we went to in the last city we were in. In an effort to sample the local cuisine and partake of the extraordinary island culture, be sure to order the curly fries.
Para gliding and other extreme sports. For 358 days of the year, you get up, go to work, and come home to commandeer the channel changer and watch Rock of Love. What possesses you to tether yourself to the back of a boat and go flailing around the harbour?
Hotel sized toiletries are the new black market currency. I don't care how much money I make. It gives me a perverse thrill to take half-empty sample sizes of shampoo and body lotion.
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You cannot beat paradise. It is where you can truly take a deep breath and relax. Something about the water - so blue.
Have fun. Live large
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