...in the bar where we were staying.
It was a little quiet, so we were chatting to a couple of the girls near us, one of whom was quite fit and the other was most definately not.
So the usual conversation passes along the lines of how far everyone's come, where they're from and what they've been doing etc and one of us just asks why they chose to come here (like just a quick holiday? type question).
The pretty one asked the not so pretty one if she should tell us thier "story", to which the answer was no. So obviously we press them on it, as you can't come out with a line like that and then expect to get away without telling the story. Some bright spark (no not me) goes "come on, you'd think you'd run away to be lesbians or something".
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"Actually, yes we have."
Oh dear.
They had decided that they loved each other two days ago and had come on holiday.
How embarassing for the bright spark.
How embarassing for the group of us as a whole.
How unfortunate to discover their tent was pitched right next to our encampment of three.
I never thought I'd say it, but lesbians ruined my holiday