4/5/17 – From foam to rain

Up early, as promised, to go down to breakfast. As it was Mexican day again, the breakfast selection was a little different. Had my usual sausage, bacon, potatoes and quesadillas, as well as nachos with refried beans and taco rolls. Went to sun cream and were down at the pool before the bar even opened. Good start! Kel wanted to be in the shade, but I was determined to make the most of the sun and stay in it all day. Did a little bit of writing and then had to have a dip in the pool. It was far more refreshing than before, but probably just because it was early. Didn’t stop us from getting on the margaritas though. I did some reading, some sunbathing on the sunbeds in the pool and had three margaritas, then conceded to lunch.

Mash, rice, sauteed potatoes and beef fajitas. That’s a good lunch. After that, I hit more margaritas, more reading and wrote another short story. Then it was finally time for what we’d been waiting for all day. What luck to find out the night before that they were doing a foam party in the pool on our last day. As soon as they got the cannon set up, me, Kel and Daria were in the pool and ready. More people started piling in, so they got the cannon going, the music blaring and started throwing balloons and floaties into the pool. Oh my god, it was so much fun. Daniella and Gelisa were quick to join in when they got back from shopping. We all kept getting buried in the foam; it was so funny. Me, Kel and Gelisa tried a triple piggyback, but it really wasn’t successful. One of the entertainment guys was walking around the edge of the pool, pouring a bottle of tequila directly into people’s mouths. Thankfully, it was flavoured tequila – not like the straight stuff from Coco Bongos – so I happily went back for more.

We got out after the foam had mostly dissipated and they’d started some kind of aqua gym/pool zumba. Far too much exercise for a holiday. I already felt a bit knackered and all I’d been doing was bouncing up and down and playing with the foam. I went back to my sunbed for more reading and more margaritas instead. Determined to get the all-inclusive’s worth of alcohol. The oldies came back soon after and tried to convince me to go back in the pool for the last time. After Dad’s watch told him the water temperature was thirty-one degrees, I figured I’d pass. Not exactly refreshing. Plus my last dip in amongst the foam was certainly a memorable enough one.

Stayed out until the sun disappeared behind the hotel before going back to shower and get ready. Did a little Clannad in between and tried to help Kel with part of Zelda on her 3DS that she was stuck on. Not so easy to just Google walkthroughs when there’s no WiFi in the rooms. I wore my pineapple dress with the abs cut-out. Always best for the end of a holiday when you have a good tan, although it does require frequent minor adjustments to keep too much bra from showing. However, it didn’t feel like such a great choice when we got down onto the stairs and realised it was raining and blowing a gale. I had to half run towards shelter, because my hair obviously wasn’t straightened, meaning there was already extra threat of poofiness, and it’s one of those dresses you know will go see-through if it gets a bit too wet. None of this was helped by my heels. I also had to just let the bra ride up on show until I could get into the restaurant and take the time to rearrange. It sounds like a case of not dressing appropriately again, but I really hadn’t expected to do much walking other than around the buffet tables.

Last time of having my epic mash. So sad! Along with rice, pizza with refried beans, sauteed potatoes, beef fajitas, marinated pork chops, garlic bread and panga. It was so delicate that it didn’t even taste like fish – more like omelette. Because of the rain, the bar and entertainment area was rammoed. We managed to get a table right under the edge of the awning. The rain had stopped, but the air had cooled considerably and the wind had picked up quite a bit too. I was actually cold for the first time all holiday. And to make things worse, guess what the entertainment was for the last night? The sodding mariachi band again. They did the whole last song, lol jkz, we’re still doing more songs thing again too. I had to have tequila sunrises and margaritas to cope.

Came back to the room after the travesty was over. Maybe it should have been sooner, but it was our last night. We hit the James Corden in the room again. I was particularly more excited for this ep, as they had Terry Crewes as a guest and then Green Day as the live act. They played Still Breathing too, which is one of my favourites from the latest album. Better than the entertainment we had earlier. Not exactly the best send-off for our last night, but at least we’d had the foam party for that.

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Goodbye for another year, sun. Sob.

25/9/15 – Where everybody looks like everybody

We got up fairly early. We’d both been doing very loud yawning and stretching as we got up, so I joked, “Who can make the most noise?” And a man immediately sneezed somewhere outside. I think we have a winner. We got all dressed and sun creamed up and headed down to breakfast. The food hall is huge and has a lot of variation of foods, though it’s not very logically laid out. We didn’t even make it to the typical hot breakfast stuff. By that point, I’d already filled up on bread rolls, cold cuts and cheese, a croissant, watermelon and this really nice cheese on toast with salami thing. Guess we’ll have to explore the rest tomorrow morning.

Our pool is very big and very pretty. We got sunbeds on the decking, overlooking it. There were activities going on throughout the day and we have three entertainer/rep type people hosting everything and wandering around, trying to encourage people to join in. They’re called Patrik, Joel (pronounced Jo-ell) and Marek. Patrik is very much the Slovakian Captain Awesome and Joel commented on my diamonds tattoo being Harley Quinn and that she wanted it. I do believe that’s the first person to have brought up that particular tattoo and not had to ask what it means. Kudos, Joel.

She gave us word searches and sudokus to do whilst we were sat around the pool. Hardest fucking word search I’ve ever done too! Some people went off to play shuffleboard. We abstained as we had no idea what the hell it was. Other people were then roped in to make pretzels, as we have a German Octoberfest kinda theme going on for today (the reps were all wearing cute green lederhosen type things). I passed on that too since you had to wear little latex gloves for it and those kind of things always bother my hands, but Kel had a go at that and then the aqua gym (water aerobics) too.

I probably looked like the miserable one, but I’d been developing another migraine by this point. I’d really hoped they’d leave me alone for this holiday, but apparently not. I went back up to the room to take one of my meds and bury my head in a pillow for a little while before coming back down. Once the meds kicked in and I felt a bit more alive, I could finally start making the most of our all inclusive deal. Had a couple of sangrias and a couple of cocktails whilst sitting by the pool, reading and writing. Very nice! My only complaint is that as pretty as everything is and, despite the fact that the air itself is quite warm, there is no sun! Where is the sun! It even started raining a bit on more than one occasion. I can’t believe I flew ten thousand miles for this shit. (Very harsh exaggeration, but I just wanted to get my quotes in).

First drinks! Yes, I was the greedy one who had two. Is anyone really surprised?

First drinks! Yes, I was the greedy one who had two. Is anyone really surprised?

We grabbed lunch from the snack bar at some point in the day, which is right nearby the pool, along with the one bar. I had chips, sausage and a giant pretzel. Then a bit later I had a bread roll and a teeny cake from the ‘coffee and pastries’ stage. There is hardly any time in the day when there isn’t some kind of meal being served. This suits me just dandy. I tried to make sure I had a glass of pop for almost every alcoholic drink I had to try and start hydrated to prevent further headachey stuff. This is the kind of thing you have to worry about when you start getting old. I think I’m gonna spend this holiday peeing.

Following the German theme, they also set up a game of beer pong. Sitting on the decking is the best place because we could just watch everything across the pool. We also kept hearing this stupid Istanbul song whilst they were playing. It’ll be like the German equivalent of that gabbu-gabbu-gabbu song we kept hearing in Greece last year. As it got later, we decided to have a wander out of the complex to find a nearby shop to stock up on necessities for the room. In my case, this is Red Bull, Kopparberg and crisps. In one of the shops, I did spy a big litre bottle of Grey Goose for about fifty euros! I know what I’m doing if I have money and case space left when we leave.

We came back up to the room to chill for a bit, shower and slowly get ready. The shower is super powerful and awesome. I love a power shower – it’s so much easier to wash your hair in. I drank my Red Bull and wrote another short story in between getting ready. I wore my poofy pineapple bargain dress from Primark, which is just too cute to have only been three quid. We’ve established that people will probably think I’m a nutter, as most of the clothes and accessories I’ve brought with me have pineapples on them and I even have a pineapple tattooed on my foot. So yeah, they would be correct.

We came down for food first and had fun around the illogical buffet again. I had a bizarre turkey skewer, chips, yummy herby potatoes, cuts of beef (which didn’t seem at home with everything else), lasagne, meat tortellini, meatballs and some delicious rice. There’s something about European rice. Greece, Turkey, Spain – they all clearly add some very tasty things to it. Then for pudding I had jelly, strawberry ice cream, a little toffee eclair, peach slices and strawberry and pineapple mousses. I love pudding buffets more than anything. After eating, we moved into the ‘entertainment’ area, which is basically lots of tables and chairs pointed at a little stage and dance floor space. Of course, throughout the night we were making the most of the all inclusive again with sangria and cocktails, then progressing to some very strong vodka and lemon.

The entertainment was actually hilarious. Firstly, they were getting people up to do the conga line. They grabbed Kel, but I escaped because of my big shoes that I’ve already fallen over very painfully in before, despite how much they tried to nag me. This is where I start to get a bit annoyed, when people pester you to get up and do something. I’m not like one of those miserable people who just sit in the corner – if I want to join in with something, I will, and often do. I actually quite like a good conga line, despite some very awkward past romantic experience with it (don’t ask), so know that I have a good reason if I abstain. In this case, not wanting to fall flat on my face feels like a good reason.

I was actually very glad I said no, since they quickly turned it into a limbo tournament. I’m pretty good at limbo, but again, certainly not in my big wedges. I couldn’t do the classy thing of taking them off either, as one of the waters had smahed a glass not long before. I’ve had to have glass picked out of my foot once before and I’d really rather not repeat it, thanks. We took fun from watching everyone else play and from just people watching in general. We found a lot of lookalikes. There was a creepy guy on his own who reminded me of a weird Murr from one angle and a younger version of Barry from work. There were a couple of Chris’s from work, a girl from the Inbetweeners, a young Clive from work, an older Curt Smith and an Asian Steve Frank. Not forgetting our very own Captain Awesome in Patrik too.

After the limbo tournament, we watched them all dancing to some of the classic songs like the Macarena and the Cha Cha Slide. It was particularly hilarious because Marek has absolutely no rhythm at all. He was all over the place. He did try though, bless him. They then got everyone to bring their chairs in front of the stage. Obviously we thought we were going to watch them play Musical Chairs. But no. They all sat down in a circle and moved their feet around to the music, then when it got to the chorus they all got up, picked their chairs up over their heads and started dancing around with them. It was absolutely hilarious and so not expected! That’s definitely the oddest game of Musical Chairs I’ve ever seen.

This is how everyone should play Musical Chairs from now on!

This is how everyone should play Musical Chairs from now on!

They pulled the tombola and the entertainment ended from there, as did the all inclusive, boo. After eleven you have to start paying for your drinks. We finished up the ones we had and decided to go for a bit of a wander down the road just to see what else we could find that was nearby. We clearly chose the wrong road because all we could find were little houses and a black cat that I dubbed Satan. Satan became our best bud for the walk and followed us around for a while, before we got bored and decided to head back. Time to build up the fan tower again!