I've just had a week in Queenstown, New Zealand. Q is supposed to be the adventure capital of the world with all sorts of strenuous activities, like jet boating, bungy, para-sailing, etc, etc.
Everything went wrong for me:
. At the airport as I was leaving Wellington, I felt an explosion in my leg. Limped for whole holiday, couldn't hike anywhere. Thank goodness for my hiking stick
. Lost my phone. Bought a new one. My own one was handed in two days later.
. Got seriously bitten by sandflies, from chin to ankles.
. The tv in my rented holiday home was broken. No repairman for six days.
. I pulled a muscle in my arm when tugging on my backpack
. The linen I had ordered, didn't turn up. When it did, there were 12 double sheets and no towels.
. The rental car company had changed their address without telling me. I threw a mini tantrum outside their old office.
. Rolled up at a pre-booked buffet dinner. The hotel lift was out and I had to limp up six floors to be told the meal was cancelled because no kitchen electricity.
. Got a bad cold sore on my lip and a horrible scratchy throat.
. Got sunburnt.
Still love Queenstown ...
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