Wish You Were Here
You know the bit of air travel after the initial take-off terror has subsided and you look out of the window and see miles of soft, rolling white clouds and think, ‘If God had a pillow, it would look like this’? That’s basically this whole holiday, except with AC and room service.

Holiday From Hell
There’s a small chance the military leader of the galactic dictatorship will have arrived right before you did and will have either pressurised the staff into giving him the room you specifically requested - or worse - arranged for your immediate arrest and incarceration in frozen carbon. And compensation vouchers are unlikely to make up for that.