It’s very nearly time for me to check out of here for a week - and for once, I am intending to go fully cold turkey. Not only am I once again deliberately going to a destination — Gran Canaria — where there is no theatre that I know of (apart from the street variety that takes place nightly in the environs of the Yumbo Centre, including the terrible drag shows that are a feature there), but I am even planning on putting my out-of-office assistant on my e-mail and not checking in at all.
Will I manage it, I wonder? (I have always allowed myself to be chased by e-mail wherever I have gone, whether it be Barbados or South Africa; but I have, at least, never succumbed to the temptation to get a Blackberry, or I’d never be away from e-mail ever. This summer, however, I am at least reassured that I won’t be entirely out of contact, thanks to Vodafone Passport’s deal where receiving and making calls in Gran Canaria will cost exactly the same as if I were at home!)
Regular readers of this blog will know that usually I take a “busman’s holiday”, and my most frequent destination is therefore New York.