JT8 The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of

As I lay on my padded sun bed the sounds of the South Pacific come crashing in all around me. The palm trees rise high above me giving a sense of comfort and protection whilst the sun beams down with a relentless but loving glare. It's paradise and frankly I can't believe another 12 months has gone by and we're actually here. *beep* "This is the life...." I suggest to myself. After 7 years of hardened traveling and countless challenging moments around Europes most elite and not so elite of cities on our 8th annual tour we've finally made it to a location of peace and tranquility. *beeeeep* But where are we??? I gaze across the sun swept horizon and see nothing but beautiful women, comfortable seated areas decked with frosted glasses full of this mysterious islands premium larger and hang about is that Stevie B???! *beeeeeeeeep* To my dismay a bronzed Stevie B is walking towards us with one of said beautiful girls hanging off each arm and that infamous cheeky grin plastered across his face. Dumbstruck I throw my head to the left and spot Jimmy "This whole concept was my idea" O'D and Ross "The Olympic James" Popejoy both staring at Stevie in disbelief. *BeeeEeEEeppp* Stevie B who looks as though he has just walked the Inca Trails (haha imagine) strides with a forceful intention towards his fellow travellers holding 4 frosted pints and the change from the whip glistening in the sunshine. Hang about??? Steve went to the bar?!! This can't be real.... No chance!! And what is that fucking beeping all about?!!!! *BEEEEEEEEEEEP* I open my eyes. It's 3:30am. I'm in Ilford. It's raining. I've had 2 hours sleep and drunk 8 pints in O'Gradys the night before. My alarm is ringing off the hook. It's time to stop dreaming and start this tour. Fast forward 2 hours after picking up RP en route and we're at Stanstead airport staring at Jimbo.... This year we are going to.... BUCHAREST!!!!! JT8..... so it begins.... Shauny G. Ps. Stevie B isn't here. He isn't bronzed. But he is walking the Inca Trails (allegedly).