VisionInBlue

September 25th

So what are we today then? Thursday? Or did I lose another day and not notice?

Got up and out at 6.50 this morning, 8 big lengths. The whole day has been on the miserable side. It rained while I was swimming, then again around 10ish. It was briefly sunny but I’ve just spent my time in the bar watching stuff on my iPod. This did then turn onto two of the barmen asking to buy it and proceed to try and haggle.

I’m running out of things to do today really, back to watching more stuff then.

I brought loads of make up with me [well I say loads, loads for me], I usually only wear lippy but I brought eyeliner and eye shadowy things too. So I have been playing with them. I now remember why I only wear lippy.

You would think being on holiday would mean I didn’t have black rings around my eyes, you’d be wrong. I’m beginning to think it’s a permanent state! Lets just hope the big bags don’t come back too after the three days back at work.

Well I’ve just stepped out of the shower and little did I know the make up I was fiddling with was covering more black. I’ve even been getting more sleep than normal as I’ve been in bed by half ten and asleep by 11. Even Dad’s been having a better social life than me by going up to the “disco” bar until 12pm.

I’ve ditched the heals as the people this week seem to be very short. I’ve decided I love tans, normally I wouldn’t wear my skirts out quite so happily at home but with a tan on my legs I feel great. My hair has started to get a little bit lighter but not as much as past holidays, it does appear to have bleached out the dyed ends which were still a bit reddy brown so it all looks relatively similar in shade now.

I seem to have developed an early warning rain detector. When I asked reception for extra towels if it was going to rain I didn’t get anything so I just forgot about it. I got back to my room this afternoon and not only do I have extra towels I also have an extra bath mat that the maid has folded and put along the bottom of the patio door. I’m now going to go and pick my shoes off the floor and move them to a shelf just in case.

I managed to get a table all to myself at the bar and started reading Sleeping Doll, I’m already into the book so that’s good.

I seem to be a waiter’s favourite at the moment. The groups of students have gone home and although a few more have turned up they are a bit uptight and boring. They really don’t seem to be able to take a joke where as they all know I’ll have a bit of a laugh with them.

When I went to the bar after dinner I asked for a vodka and coke and the little barman asked who it was for. When I said me, he asked if this meant I was drinking tonight. “Only the one for me though”, on hearing this he put a ridiculous amount of vodka in, it almost blew my head off. It’s not exactly the smoothest vodka I’ve tasted!

The animators sell things to supplement their income and one thing are the trousers that they wear with entertainment printed down them. Anyway I brought a pair and made my birthday wish over them. It hasn’t come true. I’m going to complain, I think they must be a duff pair.

No offence to all you English men but I’m always reminded when I go on holiday how much nicer foreign men are [than the guys I meet when I’m out at home]. They have a sense of humour that doesn’t make me cringe, and they actually listen because they are interested in what you have to say. Take note men!

September 24th

I’ve lost track of days now, which in some respects is quite nice. Part of me thinks being rich and being able to lose myself whenever I want would be wonderful, I also think I would get bored very quickly.

This morning I did proper lengths of the pool, it’s free form and I’d originally been doing lengths of one section. I worked it out, the small lengths were 25 strokes and the big lengths were 90 strokes, give or take my enthusiasm per stroke! I did ten big lengths this morning. Mum was going to join me but she dipped her foot in and quickly ran away. What a chicken. I did so many so I could keep away from the sleazy security guard. In the end, when I did get out him and another guy were following me around so I did a big circle taking pictures until I’d lost them.

We went and did shooting this morning, I scored 27.5 which was the top women’s score and fourth over all. I was the only one to get a bullseye too. The men’s top score was only 29 so I felt pretty good about my score. Even Dad only beat me by half a point.

My reading has totally gone to pot now. Death List annoyed me so much that I’m now not in the mood for reading. I’m going to pinch Mum’s Jeffery Deaver and hope that inspires more reading.

I’ve also given up on the sun today. It’s boiling so I’ve taken refuge on my patio in the shade… waiting for handsome waiters to walk passed.

Something that made me chuckle about holidays was the whole duty free thing. I looked it up before we went away as I was curious about what it currently was. Now, I quote this from the Heathrow website, “If you bring back large quantities of alcohol or tobacco a customs officer is more likely to ask about the purposes for which you hold the goods. This will likely be the case id you appear at the airport with more that..” This is where my entertainment was aroused. 3200 cigarettes. So that’s 16 200 packs or 160 individual boxes. Clearly that amount is not for personal use [unless you smoke 60 a day, in which case you really should be seeking some help]. 400 cigarillos. 200 cigars. I’m not up on these smoking products so I can’t really comment. 3kg of smoking tobacco. Now I’m not sure [again not that familiar with it] but for what is essentially a pack of shredded leaves isn’t that a lot? I’ll list the next ones altogether. 110 litres of beer, 10 litres of spirits, 90 litres of wine, 20 litres of fortified wine. Can you see my quandary here? Obviously duty free rules are for any type of travel be it air, sea or land. How the hell are you supposed to get that through an airport? I can just see someone rolling up with a pallet full of crates. I can however imagine that some people throw away their clothes and fill their suitcases with cigarettes. The limit on gifts is £145. So lets see, I brought 3 gifts so far [pictures to follow] at 21.50tlr, so it’s about half, lets say £11. That’s a lot more tacky stuff I could buy! Tempting, very tempting! I did see some pretty beads so I might have to get some before I go. I saw a lot of places selling those smoking pipes/stands, I would like to see someone trying to bring loads of those back in their suitcase.

A couple are playing tennis at the moment. Their longest rally has been two hits. They’re really kitted out for it too, she’s wearing a bikini and flip flops and he’s wearing Speedo shorts and strapped flip flops. They’re up to four now.. oh and a ball is in the bushes out side the metal framed court. She seems determined to use the racket like a fly swatter.

The path outside my room is more like a tradesmen’s entrance, you can tell what’s coming too. Light clickety clacking is a maids trolley or laundry cart and loud clickety clacking [and I mean loud] is a piece of kitchen equiptment coming through [there’s nowhere for it to go to over near reception so I’m not sure where they take it.

Just had my mid-afternoon snack of fresh doughnuts. Now I’m chilling out again on my patio listening to music.

At this moment in time I’m missing work. Ha ha ha… even I couldn’t keep a straight face at that one! It’s the first time I’ve really thought about work other than “I’d better find a souvenir for those gits!” I wasn’t really that rude about them!

I just had to flick back ome pages to work out what day it was! As it turns out it’s Wednesday [I think]! It’s not been ridiculously hot here. In Kos and Grenada I’ve found it gets so hot that I’m sweating and all I’ve done is moved from laying down to sitting up.

I haven’t seen it in many other hotels but here quite a lot of the trees seem to be fruit bearing, a great way to keep your costs down [in a smaller place anyway]. They have limes, pomegranates and what look like blackberries [but not quite]. I did wonder why they were putting lime in drinks and not lemon, but now I know. Half these things you get in supermarkets and we have now idea how they really grow so it’s nice to see. Now I’m thinking like a business woman. Start an Organic Hotel. Fresh grown produce, fruit trees in the grounds, a couple of tennis court sized vegetable patches. A little farm. I could see it working out in the country, not directly in the city so there’s a bit of peace away from the traffic and hubbub. You could have lessons in how to grow things and tend to them. If there were kids they could feed the animals on the farm, or course that might be a problem. “Mummy, where did Daisy go?” “She just went on holiday like us sweetheart. Come on, lets go and get ready for dinner, it’s steak tonight.”

I suppose I’ll have to get a hustle on soon and get ready, not really sure what time it is. Hmm.. its only five, I don’t have to move for another 45 minutes or so. That means a chance to see some more handsome staff go by. I’m appalled with myself over the lack of names I’ve remembered, I’m going to go to the show tonight because at the end they introduce everyone. Over a week and I still only know Pierro, Ahmed, Musti & Alex. I also know that the waiter with the voice to die for is Honor and I think the barman who lived in Wallington is Ali.

Bar was packed when I went down at half six. I was offered a chair at the bar by a gentleman from Holland who spoke next to no English. Luckily his friend did so I was chatting to him although in general it was quite difficult so I was slightly glad when they went to get changed for dinner. I then watched my iPod for a bit, had a film on it, they were convinced I was watching porn. What a conversation that was!

Saturday 23rd

Dad and I popped to Bodrum today I had to walk two bays and a marina to get there but it was first thing in the morning so it was quite a nice stroll. I didn’t think Dad and I looked like Brits but obviously I was wrong. Dad reckoned when they asked “You from England?” we should have replied “No, Peru.” just to stump them. I pointed out that knowing our luck we’d be talking to the only Peruvian-Turkish national in the city. We got the obligatory tacky souvenirs [an boy are they tacky]. I wanted to find some rude postcards but there were none with naked men on so the hunt goes on.

As it turns out it doesn’t matter what emotion my neighbour is expressing on the phone he is always loud. So far there has been a happy call and now there is an angry followed by stupidity call. He was shouting down the phone spelling his surname several times, then some more angry shouting, then a slight pause followed by lots of expressions along the lines of “oh”, “hmm”, “uh hu”. Much like calls I get at work when people demand to know why they haven’t had their delivery and you tell them it was delivered two weeks ago and they signed for it.

I’ve just attempted to put on a top and have discovered excruciating pain in my left shoulder. This is of course due to repetitive book reading, I always start off sitting up straight reading and it turns into a slump or laying on my front on a sun lounger with my arms out. All my own fauly… hmm, I wonder if I can get someone handsome to rub it for me… well, there’s tonight’s entertainment.

Yet another bizarre thing I forgot to mention about this hotel. It’s the first hotel I’ve ever been to [including in the UK] that wont exchange travellers cheques or money. Yet in the lobby they have a board listing exchange rates!?

So I finished Girl In High Heels. I wouldn’t bother reading this, the life story itself is very interesting one but it’s badly written and badly edited [bad Ebury Press, lots of errors in my edition]. I’ve started on Death List and I’m already a ¼ of the way through but it’s driving me nuts. It’s my own fault for picking it. I hate crime books that are set in England. I’m not sure what it is, the closest I can get is Scotland [Rankin/Rebus] but other than that I have to skip over the ocean to America [Patterson/Cross or Deaver/Rhymes] or Australia [Kathryn Fox]. I knew there was a reason this book had been sitting in my to read pile since last holiday. I might switch to Skeleton Coast [Cussler] and see how some adventure takes me.

September 22nd

Overcast today but braved the weather anyway. As I’m not really a breakfast person I decided to dip myself straight into the pool. What with going to the gym again out of the question because of the heat it’s my only option for exercise. I did 20 brisk lengths and decided that was definitely enough for one day. I’m speeding through this book as well and as it has started raining now I have a chance for some more reading. I don’t see it getting sunny anytime soon so that’s a whole afternoon of reading. Except for a quick outing to watch the newbies arrive. What lovely weather to be greeted by.

I have clearly done something to offend my maids. Not only have they stolen my extra [emergency rain] towels but they have inexplicably stolen a hairgrip [pin type] and the cap to my razor. They have been on the same ledge since we got here so I don’t see why they have decided to take them now. I can only see it as being a nuisance… to me!

I maybe staying in Turkey due to a murder charge if this keeps up. I have new next door neighbours. With a normal tone you can only hear a mumbling through the wall but I could hear every single word the woman said [admittedly I couldn’t understand a word she said as Italian is one of the many languages I don’t speak]. Later I could hear a mobile ringing, it rang six times, no answer. Another six, no answer. Three, husband answers and has a shout down the phone. The phone goes again. Four rings, more shouting. Six rings, no answer. I am now on the verge of going insane and have two ideas. One, I break in, answer the phone and tell them to stop ringing it clearly makes him angry or two, go and ask him to keep it down or at least tell me what he’s shouting about so I can sympathise with him. I don’t mind the shouting if there’s a justified reason. The phone rings again and he starts shouting at it once more. I understood the word fiasco and several that collected together made me think it was to do with a wedding, that to me seems like justified shouting.

September 21st

Woken up at 2am. Not by revellers but by torrential rain. There was no wind at all it was just driving straight down. The power flicked off three times and though I wasn’t left in complete darkness it was still strange. I decided to get up to have a look [plus all that water made me want to pee]. I’m sure the view out to sea was amazing [never sure why we always describe weather with positive words] but there wasn’t much going on by the tennis court. Power just went out again and there’s obviously a giant black cloud over us because this time it was pitch black… or I had my eyes closed. Anyway when I got up I noticed I almost had to swim to the door as there was water coming in. A bath towel later and I’ve got my own little absorbent shoreline set up! These floors are deadly at the best of times, I always have a little wobble after my shower when its slippery. I hope pople realise before they move about that there’s water.

Yet again nothing more than sitting by the pool. I’ve finished Dearly Devoted Dexter and have moved on to We Know. So far so good. Mum told me to slow down or I’d run out of books. I’ve totted it up though and Georgiana will take me a couple of days to read as well as Clive Cussler as I tend to get bogged down with the historic bits. So all in all I should be alright.

Evidently with foreigners the Brits are famed for their polite nature [unless you’re a football hooligan, they have their own category]. The staff have said they love it when Brits come to stay because they don’t mind getting their own drinks and they tidy up after themselves. They like a bit of a change as a few of the other nationalities simply gesture for service with no please or thank you.

As an extension of polite behaviour I have noted the continents [I know this is a hugely judgemental statement but we’ve got almost every European country represented here] lack of proper behaviour and courtesy, and not just to the staff. I have taken to walking down the corridor to my room with my shoes off as ladies shoes are very noisy in the confined tiled spaces. Sometimes I wont do this but I will always walk softly as there are frequently do not disturb signs. Down our corridor there’s at least one family with little kids and the last thing they want is them woken up. Earlier four voices went down our corridor singing [badly] not children or teenagers, 50-60 year olds who should know better. Is it me or has there been a complete manners bypass?

September 20th

There was obviously a heavy night somewhere last night. I could hear music when I was woken up at about 3. When I went down for breakfast I thought someone had left a load of towels out. As it turns out there were three people sleeping on loungers! Comfy!

I saw Dad’s so called organised crime guy. I don’t think so. He looks perfectly crime free to me.

I finished my Lap Dancer book. Phew! Needed a cold shower after that one.

Trust me and my holidays! We thought the guy earlier was joking about the weather. Everyone was packing away loose cushions from the dock and weighing it all down. There has been an extreme weather warning in Bodrum which is only a 10 minute walk down the road. They seem to be fairly concerned about it as they’re bringing dinner forward and telling everyone not to go out of the complex tonight. Someone used the H word but there don’t seem to be any winds at all yet.

Just come back in and its 9pm, it has just started to rain outside. You’d think it was acid the way the Germans were moving.

I’ve also noticed the best way to spot a German [this will be a good note as they seem to have lapsed on the towel front] at least one from every group/couple has been wearing Bjorn Borg sports wear… which is weird as he isn’t German.

As I said dinner started earlier. Mum and Dad weren’t hungry so I said I’d go in then when I came out they could go in and we could save the table at the bar. I went in and decided to go for the main course and then went to a table. Table for one L near some students on a lads holiday J. Probably not sensible, as holding your stomach in while eating is very difficult. I normally only have one glass of wine but thought what the hell and went for the second and merrily supped my way through that. Mean while the head of section came over and filled my water and asked my name. I was feeling a bit annoyed as all the waiters were walking passed with pity on their faces. The head guy was then talking to a waiter from the main bar and pointing at me… now I was getting a complex. As it turned out he told him to go and get me another glass of wine. When he came over he told me it was from him and he did tell me the guys name but with his accent and the noise I had no chance of hearing. I know they all flirt with the women but it does put a smile on my face. So at this point I’m half way through my dessert and looking at my third glass of wine when two waiters walk passed grinning from ear to ear with a third following them with a plate of dessert. Yet again from the same guy, this dessert had been the one I didn’t have as I couldn’t understand it. The base was a mousse/ice cream with a layer of sponge. On the top was an ice cream cone then the whole thing was covered with a layer of chocolate and a sprinkling of almonds. The whole piece looked like a castle but as a portion it was difficult to know how to attack it. I ended up picking at it until he had wandered out of view and then ran for the exit.

I went to the bar and started chatting to the guy serving. “You from England?” “Ah you know Surrey?” “I lived in Wallington.” What a small world. Unfortunately I’m terrible with accents so only understood about half of what he said. Then he told me he went from Wallington to Aberdeen but didn’t like it so came back. Bizarre!

September 19th

So today has been fairly uneventful. I stayed out of the sun for all of it and I seem to be getting better. I’ve also noticed bits I thought were pink from the sun now aren’t and I mean dramatically aren’t so definitely a lot better.

Mum entertained me when she told me Dad reckons he’s spotted someone from Russian organised crime. Evidently he fits the criteria, he’s Russian [well duh!], has what appears to be a bullet wound and several other wounds that appear to be stab type. You see… this is what happens when retired people have things taken away from them. He’s lost golf for two weeks and he’s coming up with epic back stories for people… he’ll be seeing Elvis tomorrow.

Finished book two today, but only just, it took me long enough to get into the swing. So that’s Skin and Bones added to the done pile. I’ve picked a light read next Confessions of a Lap Dancer. I don’t expect it’ll take that long, particularly as I’m having another sun free day tomorrow. Technically I’m slacking on the book front as I was reading one a day last year. Some days I was just enjoying the sun though so it was 9 books over 9 days in all so I can still keep it going.

The flirty bellboy told me there was a minibar and as D & J gave me a Baileys Mini for my birthday [which was really sweet of them] I though I’d put it in the minibar and have it tonight. What it should have been introduced as was a mini fridge as it has two bottles of water in it.

I’ve just got ready to go to the bar and I’m looking less red than yesterday but I did bring an awful lot of tops that bring out red well!

Flirted with a waiter at dinner, I know, so cliché but it has to be done. I actually went to the show that was put on tonight. Hmm, I laughed, I cried, I laughed some more. The only really impressive one was Alex who is the resident show off during the day. He does handstands and break dancing. As it turns out he’s a regular daredevil. The theme tonight was Fire of Egypt or some such nonsense. The first thing he did was touch himself with a lit baton. The fire eating. Then laid on glass and had one of the others stand on him. Then lay as stiff as a board with his head and feet on a chair while someone stood on his stomach. Then they put a bit of stone on there and smashed it with a mallet. Then he did some tricks with a sword. And all of this while he was oiled up in a pair of tight trousers. I wasn’t really paying attention to the act but he looked damn good!! The others were only partly into it [well one wasn’t into it at all and wasn’t keeping in time or putting any effort in] they had been working for near on 12 hours [6 of which were spent talking to some Belgium girls]. You could tell one of the women had obviously done the routine because she was really going for it but the others didn’t get any better from the rehersal earlier. The only thing that was really Egyptian were the outfits and bits where they did the Egyptian hands. But Alex was brilliant and all of the blokes were half naked and oiled, can’t go wrong there!

September 18th

Happy Birthday to me. Not bad so far, it’s 4.30pm and I’ve come inside to cool off before I shower and get ready. Everything was nice and quiet [for the main part], just the way I like it. I had one of those chocolate things for lunch and I’d been keeping out of the sun and finished my book. A couple of the lads found out it was my birthday and sang at me… badly. Then I hear my name shouted across the pool and the guy who does the announcing is waving and blowing kisses… then comes running at me. There’s no chance of hiding unless I go dive in the sea and see how far I can get. I end up being dragged out into the open while a pool full of people sing at me. I did get a cocktail out of it. The announcer had heard from the couple from our flight. “Well I don’t know how he found out.” “Don’t you?! I could have sworn it started over here.” It was all a good laugh though.

As a general aside, if anyone out there has a time machine please can they go back and kill the person, and their original planning, responsible for the Speedo. Most English people seem to have adopted the swimming short over the Speedo. Being that it’s mainly mainland European over here the Speedo is King. There are two traumas with the Speedo, one, Speedos that are too big. Not too bad in its underpants style but the shorts style… lets just say everything hangs a bit too loose. Two, when I’m sitting on my sun lounger and men walk past Speedos are at eye level.

Along the same lines… how do we feel about an upper age limit on topless sunbathing? Perhaps 35? I don’t have a problem with topless sunbathing, its just when they swing and don’t bounce. While we’re at it, thong bikinis… no… on anyone! We don’t need to see you picking them out of your bums.

On a good note I can’t see the red patches of my mosquito bites. The bad side? That’s because I appear to be allergic to my suntan lotion so my legs are now the same colour as the bites!

With Wogan now finished I’m reading Kathryn Fox’s Skin and Bones. A lot of murder and police work, just what the Doctor ordered!

I’ve made my birthday wish over a pair of trousers… don’t ask… bet that’s not coming true.

I’ve just come back to my room. I’m in what might be called agony in some circles. I put anthisan on before I went to dinner and I stopped counting at 20 bites. I’ve just applied a generous coating to about 30 to 35 so I have in fact gained about 8 to 13 by my reckoning.

We booked to have dinner in the a la carte restaurant. It’s an Italian restaurant called Da Vinci. Our friends ate there as well and we were all a bit dismayed. I’ll take you through it. We arrived and were seated at 8pm. This is the only restaurant thy have that has a dress code, but even that is just long trousers. The tables were laid with three sets of cutlery. [3 forks all the same size, 2 small knives, 1 big knife and a soup spoon that was the size of a serving spoon] Set out for dessert there were, oddly, a knife, fork and spoon. I say oddly as there was nothing that required a knife.

There were two anitpasto dishes, aubergine with tomato relish and tomato, basil and mozerella. Two waiters then came along, one putting half [a very small] slice of toasted bread on our plates and the second plonking a spoonful of garlicy salsa on it. When we were finished they brought out the soup [minestrone]. We were quite perplexed that we had only seen a wine menu [despite being all inclusive and the food being free we had to pay for drinks up there. As an example a glass of coke was £3, you get a glass with four ice cubes in, which is to the top of the glass, so you can imagine how little drink is in there]. Mum and Dad had a bottle of wine which was put in a cooler for the waiter to serve from, except after the first glass he didn’t. That is until Dad got up to serve it and he got quite upset that he’d tried to do it himself, even though the glasses had been empty for 15 minutes.

Well, we weren’t left without a menu for much longer, it was given to us during the soup course. Yes I do mean during, I had a spoon at my lips when he started waving the menu in my face. He took Mum and Dad’s bowls while I was still eating but even though tat was rude it didn’t bother me as much as getting my menu while eating.

Now that we could read the menu we discovered that we hadn’t had one of the starter dishes. Dad said to the waiter that we hadn’t had it but we weren’t bothered, just to let them know. He was surprised and treating us like morons said they were on the table when we came in, we told him it wasn’t there and he wandered away without saying anything.

The next course [that we actually got to choose our self] was a choice between tagiatelle in a cheese sauce. Mum and I had this and it was very nice, Caesar salad with a mustard dressing [didn’t know that was the traditional dressing for it] and the third choice was spinach cannelloni with a tomato sauce which Dad had. Now if a complete idiot asks you to tell them what cannelloni is you would say it was a large tube of pasta, yes? Well according to this cook you’d be wrong, when it came it was a large semi circular ravioli made of bread. So it was either ravioli of a pasty.

The main was a choice of three. Chicken stuffed with spinach and a mushroom sauce, veal or mutton. Normally I would have chicken but with two things I don’t eat I had veal, Mum did too and Dad opted for the chicken. It looked nice when it turned up but I was in hysterics within seconds. These were no steak knives and I must have chosen the toughest bit to cut into. And I couldn’t, the knife was just skimming over the top. It appeared that the top was a lot more well done than the bottom so I was able to hack bits off. The sauce was wonderful but the veg, although cooked to perfection were stone cold. Mum’s meat was fatty and she only managed to get about two small bites out of it because the rest was so over cooked. Dad’s looked good too but it had been over cooked and had gone horrendously dry. There were only about 20 people in the restaurant and he was cooking a table at a time from our orders so he should have had perfect timing. When he came to take the plates he looked at Mum’s plate and we explained she wasn’t able to cut it [she decided against getting a replacement as judging by everyone elses meal it wasn’t going to be much better]. Yet again he walked away and that was it. Anywhere else and the chef or manager would have been over in a flash.

I decided to skip dessert as it was only tiramisu, ice cream or fruit salad. I managed to find the only empty table at the bar and snagged it for when everyone came down from the restaurant. Live music tonight but they only seem to know the Eagles, one John Lennon and the entire Beatles back catalogue, which all come with instrumental bits and bad whistling into a mike so it’s also shrill.

September 17th

It’s a lot muggier this morning, I’m actually feeling sticky already and its only just 7.45. Didn’t get a very good nights sleep, was woken by the lads upstairs getting back from the club at 4.45. They made so much noise I had no problem in being loud when I went down for breakfast. At about the same time a woman was running giggling and screaming down out hallway in heels. I presume they were all down the beach at Halikarnasus [I think that’s how its spelt] the worlds biggest open air club that holds 5000 people.

I count another three bites this morning, I wont be sitting on the deck again tonight.

Well, looking at myself in the mirror I don’t really need to sit out in the sun much for the rest of the holiday. I started my day with breakfast, a book and then the gym. I only managed 20 minutes as there wasn’t an aircon unit in sight. I was sweating just sitting on the bike.

I got rid of my big tan marks but now have small ones, not so much of a problem now. It’s nothing a bit of self tan won’t fix at home. I’ve got to remember not to read my book in the sun though. I don’t need white creases at my elbows.

The Turkish pizza lady does chocolate ones too! Oh my god good! Also got propositioned by the chef in the snack bar… what an afternoon.