WORST HOLIDAY EVER

Last year, I worked really hard and felt that I needed a break in summer. I talked to my boss and took a week off to relax. All I needed was to be alone and read books on the beach. I booked a room in a hotel by the sea. I packed my suitcase and set off in the morning.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was really tired so I immediately went to my room and slept for a couple of hours. Then, I woke up and went to the beach. I had everything ready in my bag; a book, my sun cream, my sunglasses and a towel. Just as I was laying my towel on the sand, I heard someone calling my name. I was puzzled because I did not know anyone in this town.I looked at the man calling me.It was an old friend of mine from school. Actually, I wasn’t happy to see him because I did not want to talk to anyone or socialise. I was dreaming of a quiet week after all the busy months I had been through. While I was thinking about that, he came to me and hugged me! He was really excited and happy. Without asking for permission, he took his bag and came back to where I was and sat on my towel! He was talking continuously while I was trying to find a reasonable excuse to leave him there and go back to the hotel. Suddenly, I heard someone else calling out my name! I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was another old friend from university! You can’t imagine how desperate and upset I was feeling. Now we were three men sitting on the beach. All my dreams about having a peaceful holiday were over when they told me that they were staying in the hotel I was staying at. Guess what! I had to spend the rest of the week with those two men singing and dancing at clubs at nights and lying on the beach during the day. Finally, when I left that town to go back to work, I was feeling exhausted. That was the worst holiday ever.