Tenerife, Spain
Roysh. I'm sitting in Tenerife North Airport, tongue like sandpaper, stomach like a Riverdance stage and I'm waiting. And waiting. It's been a funny trip so far and yes, I should have written sooner. It has been over 2 weeks since departing a grey and rainy Dublin airport. A brief summary of the story so far.
Pretty much as soon as the traps opened after exams 50 B'n'Lers bolted for sun and 'the craic on tour'. Destination Santa Ponza, Mallorca. With the bes...