Egypt - rachael - @ 20six.co.uk

Have you ever enjoyed a holiday so much that you actually dreaded coming back home? No? Well, in fairness neither had I. That is, up until yesterday.

During my luxurious week away however, several important things were highlighted to me:

Holiday romances never work. Trust me. Fall for someone on holiday, and one of two things will happen:

At least one of you will end up in tears by the end of the trip. Luckily for me however, I am well aware that mascara stained cheeks and puffy red-eyes are a sure way to scare away any victim of a holiday relationship, so this problem didn't occur in my case.
You will realise, much to your dissapointment, that said victim doesn't in fact speak a word of English. Makes it ever so difficult to hold a conversation.

Never crack jokes in swimming pools. Like many others before them, your friend may become a victim of stiches-of-laughter-with-no-toilet-in-sight disorder. Need I elaborate?
Never attempt a downhill gradient whilst it is covered with water.
This rule also applies with steep rocks in the desert.
Never attempt to board to camel's back without insuring the friendly nature of the camel first. How it hurt when that camel stood up prematurely.
Remember boundaries. I understand it's difficult when that drop-dead gorgeous Holiday Rep asks you on a date, but remember his job is at stake, etc, etc.
Be careful what you tell, and to who. Not everyone is a friend
Be sure not to get stalked by obsessive gangs of Arabic school children. I had no idea they found blonde people so fascinating!
Don't smile at sales men. You smile, they stalk.

So with that little lot stored in my brain, I'm well ready to go out and see what other amazement the world has to offer.