When I plan a holiday I can picture the person I’m going to be while I’m there. I’ll be adventurous and try all kinds of new things. I’ll definitely be glamorous with beautiful hair and make up. I’ll be so calm and relaxed that everyone around will feel it radiating from me.

Then I’m there…and it turns out I’m still me, only in a different place. I quite like trying new food….as long as it’s something I recognise and I think I’ll like.
I’ll never be glamorous, I don’t have the patience or the will to spend time doing things with my hair or putting make up on.
I’ll grant that I’m pretty calm…as long as there is a plan in place and everyone is sticking to it.

I’m currently in Vegas and I thought I was the kind of person who could face their fears and ride a zipline over Fremont street. Turns out I’m not that person, not on my own anyway. I reckon if someone else would hold my hand all the way I could be brave enough. However, it’s only me and my boyfriend here, and he isn’t the kind of person who does ziplines either, but he doesn’t give a f**k, he’s cool with that.

Home-Me isn’t an adrenaline junkie, I thought Holiday-Me could be…I forgot they are the same person.

If you’ve done Slotzilla get in touch and send me your pics, if you haven’t…just say hi!