If you ever find yourself umming and arring about investing in a travel towel, I suggest you stop right there, suck up the fact that you’re going to feel like you’re rubbing yourself down with a car chamois and just get one. You never know when they might come in handier than drying the odd buttock or two.
I shan’t give way the name of the place we were staying, but I will say this: it was pricier than our normal nightly pickings and far more fancy than we were used to-all panoramic windows, cosy furnishings and balcony seaviews. It was our honeymoon though, so we allowed ourselves the indulgence. After all, we’d hardly treated selves so far…
To make the most of our plush pad, ginormous dining table and kitchenette we decided to eat in. Doug cobbled together a buttery fish, veg and cous cous concoction and we knocked it back with some recent vineyard wine. What followed was an unfortunate series of events that take their routings in the law of sod.
-To thank Doug for his kindly meal, I went to wash up, only to find that the water trickled off to nothing after 30 seconds of running the tap. Unable to continue, I ended my attempts at helpfulness there.
-After some wine and chat we headed to the communal lounge in search of a little wifi action. Discovering Harry Potter (and the novelty of TV) in the process, we snuggled down next to the Braii for a good 20 minutes before Doug popped back to retrieve the wine.
-Strangely steamy windows aroused Doug’s suspicion.
-To his (and my) horror, Doug discovers that in our absence, the water had mysteriously started working again, on full blast, consequently flooding the entire flat with a good 2 inches of water.
*I might point out here that during our ENTIRE stay here, the water chose only to work for the 20 minutes we were NOT IN the apartment.
Travel towels to the rescue! The blessed pieces of material came to our aid with their immense ability to suck up vast quantities of water. We spent the next hour lugging them across the floor, ringing them out into buckets, hurling dustpanfuls of murky water over the balcony, hoisting rugs out to dry and doing our best to sop up the extremely soggy, electrics-blown and not-so-romantic-now apartment.