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Things seemed a lot better by breakfast time the next morning. I felt like I was ready to face whatever the tour company was going to show us next. It wasn’t such a bad holiday really, we had loads of time to do our own thing, the old fogies could sit on park benches and natter, while I could go round and do some exploring. I couldn’t remember where we were heading off to next, was it Key West? I was sure Jolly Jim, our tour guide with his plastered on fake smile would tell us at breakfast.
Having bathed the night before, I just slipped into a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and my trainers, and that was me dressed. I almost forgot the stupid name badge we were told to wear, God, I hated wearing it. All the old biddies knew who I was anyway, Christ, I was the only one this side of for
