Sunday, October 15, 2006

Pool fun, oil massage and posh dinner

This morning I ate breakfast alone but did talk briefly with a Dutch family at the next table. It’s been 21 years since I left Holland so I was pleased how much I remembered.

I read in my room for a bit then went to the pool, and read some more. I finished my first 600 plus page book last night and have started the second. I then joined in the pool volleyball game, which was good fun. A mix of young and old and several nationalities. My team eventually won 3 games to 2 after trailing 1-2. I found I was quite reasonable at serving, but jumping for the ball was difficult because your feet slipped on the tiles.

About 2-15 I headed over to the massage place and, since my guy, Wei, was busy, I left and I got some info about golf from the Mexican restaurant manager. After 20 minutes Wei was free and today I had the oil massage. This is virtually a full body massage and you wear no clothes at all. He worked more on my back than in the other massage styles, which was good, but also did the backs of the legs for quite a while. My calves were still tender from before. The massage itself is a lot more gentle as well, more the type of massage people think about getting for pleasure rather than to address and injury.

Kellie was just finishing her daily shampoo downstairs when I finished so she came first to my room, and then I went to hers, taking over my drinks for tonight.

Tonight we dined at the poolside restaurant at the Sofitel, after the usual drinks on the balcony. The decked area is lit by fairy lights on frangipani trees; unfortunately the pic is a bit blurred. It was first class dining with prices to match. I had a Harvey wall banger and a Pina Colada, entrée was a crabmeat salad followed by a pepper steak, which was flambéed at the table. They provided cool towels before and after the meal, a tasting plate and a sorbet between courses. It was all exquisite but it cost about $60, including the service and vat which add nearly 18%, so it won’t be a repeat affair.

On the way back to their rooms, we passed the giant chessboard. Someone had just played frog to Q7.

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