
It has been five years since Mr and Mrs Amos checked...
If there’s a surfer in the family, it’s a familiar scenario – when it comes to deciding on a beach holiday, the surfer won’t countenance going anyplace where there’s not a wave. Trouble is, surfers like Mr. Amos are terrible snobs about their waves. Nirvana for them is an unsurfed break that can only be reached by a trek through mosquito-infested jungle in a remote location until recently populated by headhunters. If the non-surfing partner is looking for something less barbaric – a nice bed, perhaps, some fine dining and a bit of spa therapy – a destination to please both may prove very elusive. Add kids to the mix and the result can be a compromise that doesn’t suit anyone.
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