In the evening Fish I we spent a long time discussing whether we should go to bed hungry or fill ourselves up to make sure that we were hungry enough in the morning to make the most of the free breakfast. We were so excited it was like we’d never been fed before. Fish (being the sensible one of the two) said we should eat, so we went to the lighthouse beach front to get some dinner.
Now that I’m with Fish people tend to bother him to come into restaurants instead of me. It’s brilliant. He is so happy to be here that he's still at the stage where he thinks everything is great and fun. I, on the other hand have zero tolerance and pretty much want to punch most people on the nose. Talking of punching people on the nose, it is wrong that I wanted to do that to a crow the other day? I have never hated any animal before but I have developed a massive dislike for them. What has happened to me?
As soon as dinner was over we went straight back to the room. It was only about 9.30 but I couldn’t wait to get into bed and watch TV (The TV was actually bigger than some of the rooms I’ve previously stayed in). This bed is fit for a queen. It felt like I was just resting on a cloud (does that make me an angel?). My only concern now is that no other bed is ever going to be the same again. Even my bed at home isn’t as comfy as this one. I thought that they might notice if I tried to nick it (along with the rucksack full of toiletries I’d already had away). And also I would imagine a bed is fairly cumbersome to travel with. Alas, I had to leave it.
After the best nights sleep I’ve had in India I bounced out of bed, chomping at the bit to see what delights breakfast had to offer. I wasn’t disappointed. We were shown to our table and then they pulled the seat out for me to sit down. I could so get used to this. After a couple of minutes of trying to act cool we then go off to the buffet section. The room is filled with more goodies than you can shake a stick at. I so wanted to take a picture but I didn’t think that would do anything for my cool status so decided I would resist the urge.
When we finally rolled away from the breakfast table (having severely overeaten) we went down to our private beach (I love saying that). Fish wasn’t ready so I headed off (I’m not known for my patience). I was only walking for a couple of seconds when a hotel golf buggy came along to pick me up, to take me to the beach. How cool is that?
When I got to the beach a man came over with towels and set me up on a sun lounger. He then gave me a flag and said that anything at all I need I just need to wave my little flag and he will come running. I just spent my whole time giggling at the ridiculousness that money can buy and also fighting the urge to wave the flag even when I didn’t want anything. I managed to hold it together though.
Now that I’m with Fish people tend to bother him to come into restaurants instead of me. It’s brilliant. He is so happy to be here that he's still at the stage where he thinks everything is great and fun. I, on the other hand have zero tolerance and pretty much want to punch most people on the nose. Talking of punching people on the nose, it is wrong that I wanted to do that to a crow the other day? I have never hated any animal before but I have developed a massive dislike for them. What has happened to me?
As soon as dinner was over we went straight back to the room. It was only about 9.30 but I couldn’t wait to get into bed and watch TV (The TV was actually bigger than some of the rooms I’ve previously stayed in). This bed is fit for a queen. It felt like I was just resting on a cloud (does that make me an angel?). My only concern now is that no other bed is ever going to be the same again. Even my bed at home isn’t as comfy as this one. I thought that they might notice if I tried to nick it (along with the rucksack full of toiletries I’d already had away). And also I would imagine a bed is fairly cumbersome to travel with. Alas, I had to leave it.
After the best nights sleep I’ve had in India I bounced out of bed, chomping at the bit to see what delights breakfast had to offer. I wasn’t disappointed. We were shown to our table and then they pulled the seat out for me to sit down. I could so get used to this. After a couple of minutes of trying to act cool we then go off to the buffet section. The room is filled with more goodies than you can shake a stick at. I so wanted to take a picture but I didn’t think that would do anything for my cool status so decided I would resist the urge.
When we finally rolled away from the breakfast table (having severely overeaten) we went down to our private beach (I love saying that). Fish wasn’t ready so I headed off (I’m not known for my patience). I was only walking for a couple of seconds when a hotel golf buggy came along to pick me up, to take me to the beach. How cool is that?
When I got to the beach a man came over with towels and set me up on a sun lounger. He then gave me a flag and said that anything at all I need I just need to wave my little flag and he will come running. I just spent my whole time giggling at the ridiculousness that money can buy and also fighting the urge to wave the flag even when I didn’t want anything. I managed to hold it together though.
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