Whilst we
were on the beach we had a discussion about what to do next. I was so in love with the high life that
thinking about going anywhere else (other than home) wasn’t remotely appealing. We decided that Fish will go off to Mysore on
his own, for a mini holiday and I will stay by the beach working on this tan (If
I don’t get asked to be in TOWIE on my return then there’s no justice in the
world. A lot of man hours have gone into
looking this mahogany).
The thought
of sitting on a bus for 15 hours to go to somewhere I’ve already been just
about sent me over the edge (I could get home quicker). I think Fish could
tell from the look on my face (and also due to the fact that I clearly stated that
there was no fucking way I was sitting on a bus for 15 hours to go somewhere
I’d already been before). Fish didn’t
take offence and probably relishes the thought of having a couple of days without
my incessant moaning. I’ve been here far
too long and I’m just a jaded old tart.
I bore myself.
We left the
beach to go up to the pool (no buggy arrived to take us up. Liberty ). The pool is amazing. It’s one of those posh infinity pools. When you look out you can just see the ocean
for miles. It is spectacularly
beautiful. The grounds are surrounded
with stunning flowers that attract the most gorgeous butterflies and
dragonflies I’ve ever seen. There are
even a couple of peacocks just mincing about too. This place is like paradise.
We checked
out the menu for lunch. The prices were
astronomically expensive (comparatively speaking). I ordered a coffee (which cost more than most
of my meals). He asked me if I wanted him
to mix the coffee and milk together. Damn straight I do. For
that price I not only want you to mix it together I want you to get a heat
proof straw and feed me the bloody stuff.
We splashed out on a pizza too.
We really are living the high life!
In the evening we went out
for a bit but I was loathed to even leave the hotel. I couldn’t wait to get back to the room, get in bed and watch a film (do you see how I’m
not really cut out to be a traveller).
We watched a film that was utterly compelling but not really something
that should be watched just before bedtime.
It was a Spanish film where you end up kind of rooting for a deranged
pervert to win the girl but instead she gets killed and he wrongly gets banged
up for her murder. Sleep tight then!
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