mkingdon
Obsessed...and admits it!!
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Previously on this tour...
Introduction
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight
Day Nine 28th August 2007
I fear for today’s trippie….
I have realized why most people, on normal holidays, would not feel compelled to do an in depth journal of their holiday, as you would tend to get this, times fourteen…
Had breakfast
Lay in Sun
Swam
Had some dinner
Went to bed.
And that broadly sums up today really, as it is officially a beach day. However, I shall attempt to embellish and add colour….and if nothing else I took some photos…so I can show you those.
My body clock started ringing at around 8am, and fight it as I may, I could not get back to sleep…the sad result of years of being forced to actually go to work to earn a living. I am destined to win the lottery, of that I am convinced, and it is only a matter of time before I do.
This is why I have no concerns about racking up enormous debt to fund these trips to Orlando, as I shall pay it all off with a couple of day’s interest, made on my enormous win.
That dream recurs for me, which is funny as my other recurring dream also happens to involve me possessing a huge wad. What is even funnier, is that this second recurring dream is shared by Louise!!! Herrumph!
So, dreams of large wads aside, I prise my athletic frame from my pit at around 9am. I alert Channel 9 and the local papers as it appears Louise has found the toaster, and managed to insert bread into it. I am served breakfast as if I were a king…who liked toast.
The coffee…well, I played a more proactive role in that as I had to explain how the machine worked. I’d much rather the rooms had a kettle and jar of instant to be honest.
The girls feast on Froot Loops, and watch the Disney channel for a nice change. Once they have eaten we “lard” them up for the day ahead.
One of the benefits of having girls of this age now is that we don’t need to watch them every second of the day, and we let them go to the pool again, whilst we settle in on the beach.
We explain to the girls how their room cards work if they want to get anything (within reason). They ask me several times for an exact definition of the term “within reason” and I suspect they are searching for some sort of loophole.
One of my steely stares does the trick, and we leave them with their cards, refillable mugs, and a promise that if we don’t see them again we’ll all meet at the airport!!
Within seconds, Louise is prostrate and ready for action. My sense of common decency means I defer the offer, and set off for a walk up the beach instead.
I headed left, or North, up the coast, and took with me the camera, my hat, and a sense of adventure.
Just so you can picture the scene…this is my view looking up the beach as I set off.
I can’t stand these tourist packed beaches.
I make several attempts to photo these birds that can run faster than Eamonn Holmes in a cake shop trolley dash to avoid the waves as they come in. Seems though, that they can also run as quickly to avoid sweaty fools from the UK trying to take their photo.
A little further up the beach, I notice a worryingly large nut like object…a quick check of the shorts, just to be sure…yep, not mine….
and on we go. This was bigger than a coconut and I have no clue how it got there, with there being zero trees on the beach or near it.
I must say that the houses along the beach are a little disappointing to be honest. I thought there would be lots and lots of massive majestic sea front mansions, but most seem to be quite modest, very nice, normal houses.
I spot one house that looks to be within my budget though.
and then, just as I was saying that about the houses being just normal….
an episode of Cribs turns up, where no doubt an unheard of teenage rap star, worth three gatrillion dollars, wearing a pair of pants borrowed from Big Daddy shows me his fridge and say Word a lot.
Bitter, me…never!!
Not much further up the beach, I stumble across more nut action. With it being dark black, I assume it isn’t anything I need worry about, unless Louise has been playing with the straightening irons during the night…..again.
With the imminent arrival (hopefully) of her ring, I assume I am safe for a day or two, and I pick it up to examine it.
Absolutely none the wiser as to what it is I throw it back into the sea and carry on.
I look back now, but not in anger as to how far I have come…from my days as a lowly bank clerk at the age of seventeen, with no savings and little income, to now a lowly thirtysomething, with no savings, and many outgoings….
I also look back along the beach, from whence I came…just to make sure I can find my way back!!
Now, I see yet more bird action. Tedious, but that is the price you pay when you look like this.
Continued...
Introduction
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight
Day Nine 28th August 2007
I fear for today’s trippie….
I have realized why most people, on normal holidays, would not feel compelled to do an in depth journal of their holiday, as you would tend to get this, times fourteen…
Had breakfast
Lay in Sun
Swam
Had some dinner
Went to bed.
And that broadly sums up today really, as it is officially a beach day. However, I shall attempt to embellish and add colour….and if nothing else I took some photos…so I can show you those.
My body clock started ringing at around 8am, and fight it as I may, I could not get back to sleep…the sad result of years of being forced to actually go to work to earn a living. I am destined to win the lottery, of that I am convinced, and it is only a matter of time before I do.
This is why I have no concerns about racking up enormous debt to fund these trips to Orlando, as I shall pay it all off with a couple of day’s interest, made on my enormous win.
That dream recurs for me, which is funny as my other recurring dream also happens to involve me possessing a huge wad. What is even funnier, is that this second recurring dream is shared by Louise!!! Herrumph!
So, dreams of large wads aside, I prise my athletic frame from my pit at around 9am. I alert Channel 9 and the local papers as it appears Louise has found the toaster, and managed to insert bread into it. I am served breakfast as if I were a king…who liked toast.
The coffee…well, I played a more proactive role in that as I had to explain how the machine worked. I’d much rather the rooms had a kettle and jar of instant to be honest.
The girls feast on Froot Loops, and watch the Disney channel for a nice change. Once they have eaten we “lard” them up for the day ahead.
One of the benefits of having girls of this age now is that we don’t need to watch them every second of the day, and we let them go to the pool again, whilst we settle in on the beach.
We explain to the girls how their room cards work if they want to get anything (within reason). They ask me several times for an exact definition of the term “within reason” and I suspect they are searching for some sort of loophole.
One of my steely stares does the trick, and we leave them with their cards, refillable mugs, and a promise that if we don’t see them again we’ll all meet at the airport!!
Within seconds, Louise is prostrate and ready for action. My sense of common decency means I defer the offer, and set off for a walk up the beach instead.
I headed left, or North, up the coast, and took with me the camera, my hat, and a sense of adventure.
Just so you can picture the scene…this is my view looking up the beach as I set off.
I can’t stand these tourist packed beaches.
I make several attempts to photo these birds that can run faster than Eamonn Holmes in a cake shop trolley dash to avoid the waves as they come in. Seems though, that they can also run as quickly to avoid sweaty fools from the UK trying to take their photo.
A little further up the beach, I notice a worryingly large nut like object…a quick check of the shorts, just to be sure…yep, not mine….
and on we go. This was bigger than a coconut and I have no clue how it got there, with there being zero trees on the beach or near it.
I must say that the houses along the beach are a little disappointing to be honest. I thought there would be lots and lots of massive majestic sea front mansions, but most seem to be quite modest, very nice, normal houses.
I spot one house that looks to be within my budget though.
and then, just as I was saying that about the houses being just normal….
an episode of Cribs turns up, where no doubt an unheard of teenage rap star, worth three gatrillion dollars, wearing a pair of pants borrowed from Big Daddy shows me his fridge and say Word a lot.
Bitter, me…never!!
Not much further up the beach, I stumble across more nut action. With it being dark black, I assume it isn’t anything I need worry about, unless Louise has been playing with the straightening irons during the night…..again.
With the imminent arrival (hopefully) of her ring, I assume I am safe for a day or two, and I pick it up to examine it.
Absolutely none the wiser as to what it is I throw it back into the sea and carry on.
I look back now, but not in anger as to how far I have come…from my days as a lowly bank clerk at the age of seventeen, with no savings and little income, to now a lowly thirtysomething, with no savings, and many outgoings….
I also look back along the beach, from whence I came…just to make sure I can find my way back!!
Now, I see yet more bird action. Tedious, but that is the price you pay when you look like this.
Continued...
