The flip side of paradise to me anyway is a cruise ship. Floating on the ocean with an endless buffet, friends you just haven't met yet and a new port-o-call every day. Just enough time to buy a shot glass, get smashed on some beach they drop you off at or ripped off by the locals. These shots are form option B: a beach the cruisers were dumped off at. All fitted with matching towels and name tags that remind them which number shuttle bus the were on. The positive side to this is they get to the beach at 10am and are gone by 3pm, and only about every other day.
Worlds first tramp stamp.
6 letter word for small mens bathing suite.