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THE waiter was delivering my second pia colada of the day, I was halfway through an audio version of my favourite trashy novel on the iPod, and I had just ordered a beach-side club sandwich when I began to appreciate the benefits of taking a holiday on my own.
On the sunloungers next to me a couple bickered quietly over whose turn it was to drive to dinner. Further down the beach, a group of lads fell out noisily over who would be left behind if they rented jetskis. Behind me, a mother grumpily retreated to her villa carrying a screaming, sunburnt child.See the full content of this document
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Barbados: A Perfect Paradise for the Sun-Seeking Single
As I surveyed the scene, the hotel manager sidled u...
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