Maybe I just imagined this.
I was still feeling delirious from fried rice I ate at a roadside stall.
'Snap out of it,' said Max, who slapped me on the back of the head with the bare side of his hand.
'Palm slap,' I said.
But still, it was promising, I said, as we rowed a dingy onto shore.
Titica looked like a Club Med would look.
For a moment, I was expecting Richard Branson to greet us.
Then the cone shells sounded our arrival.
It wouldn't be long before we were given the greeting treatment.
The sand was white.
The palm trees looked idyllic.
The banana trees offered promises of sweetness and seduction.
'But where are the fucking whores,' said my brother Jack.
'You mean where are the comfort ladies,' said Max, who whacked him over the head.
We were ambassadors of sorts and Max just didn't want us blowing the chance of meeting this Lost Tribe of Eros.
I was still feeling delirious from fried rice I ate at a roadside stall.
'Snap out of it,' said Max, who slapped me on the back of the head with the bare side of his hand.
'Palm slap,' I said.
But still, it was promising, I said, as we rowed a dingy onto shore.
Titica looked like a Club Med would look.
For a moment, I was expecting Richard Branson to greet us.
Then the cone shells sounded our arrival.
It wouldn't be long before we were given the greeting treatment.
The sand was white.
The palm trees looked idyllic.
The banana trees offered promises of sweetness and seduction.
'But where are the fucking whores,' said my brother Jack.
'You mean where are the comfort ladies,' said Max, who whacked him over the head.
We were ambassadors of sorts and Max just didn't want us blowing the chance of meeting this Lost Tribe of Eros.
