The first thing I did this morning was put the air con on. I chuckled as I thought of all of my friends back home freezing in typical English December weather.
I threw on my clothes to get breakfast, everyone knows breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so I was looking forward to getting my face into the all-I-could-eat- buffet.
It did not disappoint, there was food everywhere!
(The food room! I didn't want to look like a weirdo taking loads of pictures of the food so this is basically a picture of a room. But believe me, it was full of food.)
From croissants, to omelettes, cereal, sausages, any type of egg you wanted, it was never ending.
Scarlett and I went for around the resort after filling our bellies to the brim. I cannot even tell you how beautiful it was- so here is a picture instead.
All of my troubles melted away as I walked barefoot in the golden sand, until I saw the gym.
There were people on the running machines and I looked down at my bloated belly and decided to sit by the pool and rub my food baby with joy.
I grabbed myself a pina colada and did what I do best....nothing.
Day 3
Rule Number one when going to a hot country...Do not get burnt on the first day...
Rule number two when going to a hot country...Do not wear massive sunglasses as the rest of your face will be red apart from your eyes which will look like you have been wearing a ski mask.
(No picture available for obvious reasons.)
My brother arrives today with his fiancée so I am excited to see him later, but first I have a busy day ahead of me playing in the pool and trying to get rid of the sunglass marks on my face.
There is food available here pretty much 24/7. For lunch at 11am me and Scarlett had burger and chips while some guy did yoga in front of us. More fool him, I had a plan to do 30 squats every day while on holiday as part of my fitness regime, so I enjoyed my burger knowing I would be burning off five calories later in the day.
It is a good job it is Christmas in a couple of days as I am a contender for Rudolf this year. My nose is burnt and crispy.
(This picture does not do my burntness justice)
I was just pondering about what else to write as I don't seem to be doing much this holiday apart from lazing around, when Scarlett said she felt sick.
I was in the bath at the time and like a good parent, didn't believe her. She padded into the room, threw up all over the floor and said: 'See, told you I felt sick.'
Wow the kid can projectile vomit on cue.
I had a feeling my relaxing holiday was about to come to an end.
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