Have you ever been shut in a metal box at 6am with over a hundred men who are three cans deep and giddy at the delights awaiting them on their respective stag dos? I have. It was my flight from…
Allow me to preface this post by saying that I am not a travel blogger. I don’t note down the names of picturesque back streets, I forget the names and whereabouts of any and all cute local shops and I…
