What was your greatest holiday?
My greatest holiday was when I quit my job and ran off to Paris to meet a lover I had only known for three months. We met in Auckland and fell in love but he left to live in Paris for the rest of the year. I was unhappy in my job and he was sending me hand-painted postcards every day. So I quit and moved to Paris. It was glorious and six years later we got married!
And the worst?
The worst was when I was with my family in the Himalayas. We were in a car being driven down from Shimla and had to get to a train so we could get back to New Delhi. The driver was going pretty fast and we had a few scary blind corners, but things got worse when suddenly it was black as night and hail stones as big as your fist were pelting the car. I thought I was going to die. My legs went completely numb. On one side was the mountain, on the other was a cliff. We realised we had driven straight into the middle of a storm cloud. Thankfully we got through, the sun came back, the hail stopped and we made our train.
If we bump into you on holiday, what are you most likely to be doing?