How We Met Again
I wince as I reach the plane door. The warm sun beats down on my back as I climb down the stairs. I’ve never been able to sleep on planes, and now my body clock is ruined. Just another 2 hours before we finally get to the resort and I can sleep. Passport control and baggage collection goes as expected: a complete disaster. Someone tries to walk off with my bag, and we only just save it. I know I should be happy that I’m here, but it’s hard to enjoy the journey. At least things can only get...
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