The water was a bit of a dribble and the towels could have been softer, but the water and soap on her skin felt like velvet. She gave her hair three shampoos. There was no conditioner supplied, but that didn’t matter. Selina dived into the bathroom as soon as Angie had vacated it and as the water tumbled down onto her, she shrieked with ecstasy.‘There’s no hairdryer,’ Angie announced, when Selina emerged from the bathroom wrapped up in a towel.‘Don’t care,’ Selina returned. ‘My hair can dry in the breeze. That has to be the best shower I have ever had in my life. My skin is purring.’‘I’m peckish,’ said Angie. ‘Shall we find a restaurant?’‘I’ll be ready in five minutes,’ replied Selina. ‘Me and my Demis Roussos frock.’Clad in their last pair of clean knickers and their floaty dresses, the two of them set off up the hill and down into Korčula town. It was buzzing. Market stalls were busy with bartering holidaymakers, the restaurants were full of diners, souvenir hunters filled the tiny shops.‘I’ve been there for lunch before,’ said Selina, pointing over to a restaurant which had tables either side of the road.
