
Firstly, it rained so no money spent on beach parasols and sun loungers.
Secondly, got food poisoning so saved on food, and water was cheap as chips. The little I could manage tasted of brown (yes, that's right, the supposedly chocolate ice-cream tasted just as I said - of brown) or, in the case of local biscuits, it was like licking the shelf in the spice cupboard. Trying to eat the local meat was like chewing on wee-stained old man's slippers that had been shuffling around for ten years or so.
Thirdly, bought no souvenirs 'cause couldn't cope with being hassled at the souks.
All in, a financial success.
Oh, nearly forgot. The bastard sat next to me on the flight back gave me the flu.
Suppose I'm still in a shitty mood over this...