Buses and Motorhomes

I've always had trouble falling asleep on economy class planes. And as it turns out, being on a bus for eight hours doesn't prove to be any more successful in the sleep department. But at least it didn't end by spending two hours in immigration and customs.

After we signed and paid for the motorhome, we were sent outside to someone who would show us our motorhome, who's first question was: "Does anyone here speak any english?" We offered him Chinese, Spanish and German as alternatives we could speak but he seemed fairly happy with english speaking clients.

And the beaches were still all exactly where they promised to be. But my photography team seems to have started to argue their contracts. Something about compensation?