Phuket

I'm a bit embarrassed to admit we caught a taxi from Phuket airport to our resort, and five days later caught another from the resort back to the airport. Once upon a time I was far more adventurous - I travelled around Europe alone for two years. And I know other couples can go off the beaten track with their children and backpacks. For this couple, getting our children and luggage through immigration and customs was enough of a challenge. With a pair of wild toddlers too old to sit compliantly in a stroller and too young to walk obediently at heel, a local Thai market or temple seemed an impossibility. And my attempt to go it alone on the final evening was washed away in a stormy downpour. So our five days were spent ensconced in resort-world. Thailand lite.

As far as getting in touch with my lazy side, I can't go past a resort holiday. Being only a few paces away from some type of water; choosing between a beer on the beach or a cocktail by the pool; room service and maid service; the gradual disrobing until it seems completely acceptable to be walking around in nothing but a swimming costume. For all your white flabby bits, there's always someone else whiter and flabbier. Well, probably not many whiter than me.

Throw in kids club and an endless smorgasbord of delicious Thai food, and I couldn't find much to complain about. I think I'd like to return sometime, with fewer children and a bit more of the adventurer's spirit on board.