I’ve long had the Y&Y theory about travelling.
How many times have you been chased away by bitey things from what was otherwise the perfect spot?
I mean, England may be a little bit grey and damp, but I honestly never saw one cockroach until I travelled overseas.
So, while I’m not about to give it all up just yet, it’s just worth remembering that there’s frequently a small downside to all the cool stuff.
But you’re still jealous, right?