Letters: honeymoons from hell

Letter of the week
Our planned Egyptian honeymoon was cancelled last-minute by the outbreak of the first Gulf War (“Harry and Meghan, heed my honeymoon warning”, last week). What was left at short notice? Two weeks in the dying embers of the Soviet Union: poverty, prostitution, empty shops, locals queuing at the newly opened Pizza Hut on Red Square to spend a week’s salary on a slice.
Amanda Roderick, Bridgend

Travelling around Wales on honeymoon, we bought a bag of chips in Barmouth. When we took wooden forks from the pot on the counter, the owner demanded 3d from us both. I told him he should give up on chips and concentrate on selling bits of wood; for some reason, he wasn’t amused. We’ve never been…