One of the best things about a holiday has always been later bedtimes and not having to get up for work or school.
Unless, of course, you’re Irish where 4.30am is the time to leave a party.
As it was explained to me after one Christmas party when I asked the next day why it was 4.30am?
And I was out of there by 11.30pm.
‘Too early,’ said my colleague.
‘So why not 5am?’
‘Oh, that’s just taking the piss.’
Late nights and through-the-morning benders raised their head when a reporter I sent away pulled such a stunt.
And let down the holiday providers by falling out with the hotel in the early hours and then going AWOL.
Now I’ll get back to you in a future post on my favourite people in the Travel business – holiday providers.
And my least favourite, entitled journalists who call Travel assignments ‘junkets’ and treat the holiday providers with disdain.
Now that’s not to say you can’t have fun.
On my first trip to Barbados my old University pal and proud West Indian Jevan took me out on Foreday Morning.
Which was after the planned itinerary.
It got messy, yes, a mud and paint Soca and rum party through the streets of Bridgetown.
And I got no sleep but I did meet up with my group the next day to go catamaranning. Let’s rumba in Barbados and My kiss with Rihanna.
And visit http://www.visitbarbados.org and https://www.visitbarbados.org/crop-over-festival.
Treat your reps and hosts well, no treat them better – after all they’re babysitting you.
And they will allow you up late after your bedtime… if you behave yourself and are there the next day.
