Chapter 64

“True. But I might get a bit pink. At least I can then claim I didn’t spend quite the whole week in old buildings and museums.”

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As we were laying out our beach towels on the sun loungers Friday afternoon, Tom said, “At least we didn’t have to put the towels on them this morning to reserve them, like you often have to do at some resorts.”

“I know. The resort, the whole island, is just so laid back,” Mark said.

“Can we go to the Karaoke tonight in the restaurant?” Sam piped up.

I groaned. The idea of listening to a group of half-drunk tourists trying to sing wasn’t terribly high on my list of things I wanted to do.

“It’s our last night,” Sam persisted. “We might as well end the holiday on a high note.”

“It’s more likely to be a flat note,” Tom chuckled.

Mark said, “Let’s give it a try. If it turns out to be as bad as you say then we’ll do something else.”

This seemed to be a good compromise, so we settled back in our seats and soaked up the sun.