There really isn’t a lot to do in Fort Cochin so whilst Cina was here we spent a day torturing ourselves visiting all the posh hotels in the area that had swimming pools. None of which we could actually afford. Annoyingly one lady felt the need to point this out and said “What is your budget as I think this is out of your range”. How very dare she? Mind you we did both look like we steal our dinner out of dustbins but that’s not the point. We did manage to find a pool in a beautiful hotel that we could pay a fiver to use for the day (Pseudo posh).
We also found a gym, finally. I probably lost more weight walking about, in the blistering heat, trying to find a bloody place than I actually burnt off in the training session. We found a ladies only gym but were told that we were not allowed to use it as we’re foreign. At this point I very nearly threw a paddy but managed to rise above it (see, I can be grown up from time to time). We eventually found a YMCA gym and were told that we could use it between 9.30am and 11.30am (even though we are not from round these parts). Happy Days!
The gym was full of the oldest, rustiest equipment known to man. The floor was crawling with bugs and there were cobwebs in every corner but I still felt a rush of excitement. It has been so long since I’ve worked out properly and it felt really good (even though I thought I might pass out from heat exhaustion – no air conditioning). I may well have overdone it slightly though as even typing this is hurting.
As a reward for all our hard work we treated ourselves to a day pass for the hotel swimming pool to cool off (not the one run by Mrs Snooty Pants). And following on from our day of decadence (excluding the grubby gym) we had dinner in the poshest place in town. It is quite possibly one of the most romantic setting I've ever seen, let alone eat in. Dinner is served in the beautiful gardens of an amazing hotel. It is covered in twinkling lights and candles, all glistening against the backdrop of the infinity pool. It is like something straight from a fairy tale. It is the sort of place whereby you expect to see men proposing to their girlfriends (not two stinky travellers).
Cina went to the toilet so while she was gone I thought I’d pour the coffee. I poured mine with a huge amount of success but when it came to pouring Cina’s I managed to drop the lid off the coffee pot into her, already full, cup of coffee cup. Coffee spilt everywhere all over the very posh white tablecloth (this could be a reason I don’t eat in posh restaurants). I felt like a massive knob but luckily no one saw so I hid it with a nakin, until Cina got back. When Cina got back she moved the napkin and the waiter saw the coffee and thought Cina had spilt it. I love it when a plan comes together. It’s alright. She’s leaving tomorrow.
We also found a gym, finally. I probably lost more weight walking about, in the blistering heat, trying to find a bloody place than I actually burnt off in the training session. We found a ladies only gym but were told that we were not allowed to use it as we’re foreign. At this point I very nearly threw a paddy but managed to rise above it (see, I can be grown up from time to time). We eventually found a YMCA gym and were told that we could use it between 9.30am and 11.30am (even though we are not from round these parts). Happy Days!
The gym was full of the oldest, rustiest equipment known to man. The floor was crawling with bugs and there were cobwebs in every corner but I still felt a rush of excitement. It has been so long since I’ve worked out properly and it felt really good (even though I thought I might pass out from heat exhaustion – no air conditioning). I may well have overdone it slightly though as even typing this is hurting.
As a reward for all our hard work we treated ourselves to a day pass for the hotel swimming pool to cool off (not the one run by Mrs Snooty Pants). And following on from our day of decadence (excluding the grubby gym) we had dinner in the poshest place in town. It is quite possibly one of the most romantic setting I've ever seen, let alone eat in. Dinner is served in the beautiful gardens of an amazing hotel. It is covered in twinkling lights and candles, all glistening against the backdrop of the infinity pool. It is like something straight from a fairy tale. It is the sort of place whereby you expect to see men proposing to their girlfriends (not two stinky travellers).
Cina went to the toilet so while she was gone I thought I’d pour the coffee. I poured mine with a huge amount of success but when it came to pouring Cina’s I managed to drop the lid off the coffee pot into her, already full, cup of coffee cup. Coffee spilt everywhere all over the very posh white tablecloth (this could be a reason I don’t eat in posh restaurants). I felt like a massive knob but luckily no one saw so I hid it with a nakin, until Cina got back. When Cina got back she moved the napkin and the waiter saw the coffee and thought Cina had spilt it. I love it when a plan comes together. It’s alright. She’s leaving tomorrow.
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