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Wednesday, March 25, 2009THE PLEASURE & THE PAINAhhh, the pleasure! Despite my (unspoken) fears of causing another tsunami, I took the plunge & had several dunks in the 'No Ferals Allowed' (<-- read kids/brats) pool at the Chedi. The setting of the whole resort is simply stunning, but I have to admit that the thought behind the 'grown ups' policy really made our stay one to remember. Don't get me wrong - I love kids - or should I say I love well behaved children, the latter being a rarity in the Sandpit.  So, it was a pleasure not to having unruly little people disturbing our much needed time-out in tranquility. I think every other guest staying there appreciated exactly the same thing - pure peace & quiet. The most noise I heard was the gentle rolling of the waves or the rustle of turning a newspaper page. Pure bliss. We both had Balinese massages, which were incredible. It never ceases to amaze me how a dinky little woman weighing no more than 28kg (soaking wet) can apply the pressure of a herd of rampaging buffalo to various parts of an aching body! The food was totally divine - terribly nouveau in appearance - but ample in portion size. Hubs feasted on things like duck ravioli, stuffed soft-shell crab & the most tender slab of cow meat I've seen in years. I stuck to my usual chicken or prawn dishes, all of which were rather yummy, although I have to admit that Hubs' Friday curries have been by far superior to the one I had on Saturday night!  Whilst lazing (like a beached whale) by the pool, I ordered several cups of capuccino, which always came with a little dish of handmade biscuits & a cinnamon stick coated in crystalized brown sugar. I'd dunk the stick in the capuccino foam & then suck it off - what a pleasure! I hasten to add that I did NOT slurp or make any obscene gestures with it (whilst in my mouth) - I was on my best behaviour remember!  The pain part of this post comes in now - pain caused by both of us checking the back of our respective eyelids. We were all for grabbing every available opportunity to take 40 winks, in between rushing around having breakfast/lunch/swimming/massages/etc (just rush, rush, rush I tell ya!) but unfortunately one snatched 40 winks too many & you wake up looking like freshly slivered smoked salmon - complete with blue eyes. Ahem. Hubs stayed in the shade the whole time & still got terrid sunburn on his tummy - eeeek - sore! Yours truly flaked out in the sun on Saturday & woke up with shins that look like someone secretly took a meat tenderiser to them. My pins haven't seen the sun for a long time, thanks to mainly wearing jeans, so it was if the sun took a look at me & thought "yeah, sucker!". I am suffering, albeit quietly. (We're both now past the stage of saying "Don't Touch Me!" through clenched teeth). Other parts of my bod took a battering as well, but I won't show you the results for fear of giving y'all nighmares. There's pink wobbly bits that even scare me........... . . We arrived back in the Sandpit relaxed & refreshed. . It didn't last long. . Within an hour, Hubs was told the project he's been working so hard on, has been cancelled. . The Client doesn't have any money. (Why put the fucking project out to tender in the first place then, you bunch of fucking egotistical, lying, deceitful wankers?) . . . I have no idea what our future holds.
Labels: phallic cinamon sticks and pink wobbly bits, ThanksMore Property Developers, The Chedi Muscat  
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