So... Today started off quiet. Really quiet.
Probably unsurprising given all the fun and laughter from night before. On the upside, all the walking and dancing yesterday took us over the 10,000 arbitrary steps recommended for good health 😀😀😀.
Having left the patio door open over night, the morning sounds of the local community and fellow hotel guests slowly filtered through.
I didn’t exactly leap out of bed, but I did make it down to breakfast just prior to last orders... and got some amazing bacon and eggs. Clearly there really is nothing like feeding a hangover. But the weird thing is, I genuinely felt fine. I had no nausea, headache, upset tummy..., anything. (Unlike my friend who I left sleeping upstairs... lol.)
Anyway, normal routine of pool and chill - however, everyone else clearly had the same idea, as the poolside loungers were heaving with people today. That will be due to a proper roasting hot sunshine, and an influx of new people yesterday I think.
It was literally so hot that after putting the suntan lotion on, I think it instantaneously sweated back out of me 😳.
We opted to head out for coffee and cake later in afternoon, as well as a wee bit of shopping. Plan was to head over to another resort in the evening with aim of going to open air cinema. We never quite made it to the cinema due to potential coolness of weather, but we did get a walk along the promenade, saw some spectacular sand sculptures and watched a gorgeous sunset.
On that note... the sand sculptures were absolutely stunning - but who would think to put Homer Simpson, Spongebob and The Last Supper together as a tourist attraction combo??? But The Last Supper was some so intricately, and there were even cups on the table!
Also, there were loads of mini stacked towers of pebbles all over the beach - the whole place was just stunning.
It was also quite interesting to observe the many people who were sitting in pride of place spots to watch the sunset... and who proceeded to sit and play on the their phones... we just stuck ours on to video the whole thing and left them to it.
Dinner was an interesting affair though. Lovely restaurant, and lovely food absolutely... We got taken to a ‘romantic table’ by the baby faced waiter, to find that the romantic spot was actually just a table for two squashed in between 2 other couples and a baby. But beside a patio heater for the rosy glow I guess... it’s all in the sales pitch 😀😀😀. Although the fact they pulled the table out so my friend could then be pinioned behind it is possibly testament as to how busy the place gets lol.
As I said, the food was absolutely stunning and certainly my portion of saffron tagliatelle with asparagus and ham was actually too much for me to eat, and I felt such sorrow not finishing it! My friend had stuffed meat tortellini and raved about it too... although weirdly his portion was distinctly less than mine.😱
Due to the proximity of other diners, I did get one shirty look from a fellow diner when I erupted into a coughing fit. Genuinely nothing I could do about it, but I did cough into my shoulder... you know, as opposed to trying to spread my highly contagious bugs around by perhaps spitting in their food...
Anyway, after a very fast taxi drive back to the complex, we stopped into the Ritz for a wee nightcap before heading back for early night. Despite the fact it was my friend’s actual birthday, I wasn’t allowed to make a big deal of it. It may also to do with the fact that we did technically celebrate the beginning of his birthday day by being out till 5am of course lol...
Given that yesterday was such a quiet day I had remembered I was also going to mention the flight over here. Or more to the point, the inflight shopping.
Everyone loves the idea of a duty free bargain, however, the way that Jet2 describes some of their products definitely leaves you wondering what you are buying, and for what reason! Let me demonstrate with a few examples...
“The shot of adrenalin from a glamorous but impertinent heroine, always looking for more. Addictive? Definitely.
The first coffee floral (xx), a unique composition where the electrifying energy of black coffee meets the assertive femininity of white flowers in a vibrant, sensual and addictive contrast of light and dark.”
I mean... clearly the first sentence could describe me to a tee, but the rest - is that a coffee, a wine, a whisky? No, it’s a perfume. Black Opium to be precise.
And here’s another:
“... an ode to pleasure, an exquisite moment of grace, a celebration of pure femininity. A delightful and gourmandise with a sweet caramel accord and a sparkling and delicious explosion of fruity notes.”
My comments above also stand for this one. But really... wtf. I had to google gourmandise in case I had misunderstood what I thought the meaning to be. But I was correct - it means the appreciation of good food. And this is a bloody perfume!!! (Bon Bon by Viktor and Rolf if you are interested.). But really... people are paid to make up this inflated, conflated and arrogant description?
At least I suppose it makes a change from the descriptions that appear to insinuate that wearing a particular scent may make you into some kind of sexual deviant...
“At the dawn of a new femininity (xx) embodies the spirit of women who love life. All those women who, free of prejudice and dogma, are ready to explore their desires, and travel the path to self discovery. All those who long for authenticity, who are searching for their singularity. All those who rely on instinct to become exceptions in an exceptional world.” (Aura, by Thierry Mugler)
I mean... honestly. Do these descriptions really entice anyone to buy them? Do people not go into a shop, spritz a bit and see if it smells ok on them? Or just me?
Just as well I am not a perfume person. I clearly am not designed to be impressed by bullshit lol.
But it does not stop there... look at the male colognes:
“Excess in its purest state. An overflow of ginger. The temperature rises. Carnal vanilla and myrrh release. Skin overheating. An untamed Oriental, on fire and fresh, decadent and raw. Pure sex.” (Pure XS, Paco Rabanne)
And another...
“A self assertive, free and nonchalant attitude, a way to live life without obstacles or taking himself too seriously. A solo man, men envy him, women desire him, everybody wants him... he is wanted. (Wanted, Azzaro)
I mean... really? If this all came out of a bottle, there would be men left in this world who were not being chased by a herd of Amazonian women surely? Either that or everyone is looking for a good dinner party recipe.
Anyway... I won’t labour the point. But next time you are bored on a flight, read the shopping magazine. Hours of hilarity.
Till next blog... 😀😀😀
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