a holiday

Sep. 24th, 2016 05:00 pm
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A history:

Last year, when we went to Corfu, we spent a lot of time peering at the hotels we passed, judging them and wondering if they would be better or worse than where we were staying. Everyone else on the coach did the same thing; it's pretty much what you do on those transfers, particularly in the dark when you can't see the country you're in. We pulled up at a hotel and the coach, as one, made a slight noise of 'oooh'. The couple that were staying there pretty much danced off the coach. On the way home from that same holiday, we picked up the same couple and in the daylight it looked pretty magnificent too.

Some research and hanging on like hell for a good deal to come up on a holiday website later, Richie and I pulled up on that same transfer coach. "Oooh, it's so pretty!" I heard one passenger say. "Fair do's to whoever is staying here," said someone on a Lads Holiday To Kavos. Richie and I strode down the aisle of that coach like gods, let me tell you.

We had in fact technically started our holiday the evening before, in sweltering London temperatures of about 30 degrees. We stayed at a hotel at Gatwick the night before as we had to be at the airport for about 4am. Yuck. A 3am start is weird at the best of times, but high five to the people embracing airport time and drinking quite copiously when we arrived at the airport. But we made it there very smoothly and got to our aforementioned fancy as hell hotel with no problems. Plus we checked in and found it to be truly magnificent hotel too - beautifully modern room, completely clean, no weird stains in the bathroom as per every other European holiday I've ever been on. As we arrived not long after midday we headed on down to the pool and started a pattern that continued throughout the holiday; lots of sunscreen, devouring books and occasionally dipping into the pool to cool down. The only downside was we were half board, so no lunches or drinks included. I discovered by the second day I couldn't skip lunch and just have beer instead...

We did have one issue with the weather, mind you. Storms hit badly after a couple of days. One night I woke up and watched a storm for a bit, and then thought briefly that the water looked pretty high. We were on a floor where the balcony was only about 3 foot about the ground, with a sort of courtyard outside, and the water looked like it was getting a bit higher. Huh, I thought, and went back to bed. We woke up with the room flooded. That was new!

Basically the weather went up and down for the rest of the holiday, but hey, once they cleaned the room they gave us a free bottle of champagne and a plate of desserts. This was on the same day we had our a la carte dinner, so we downed the champagne on the balcony watching the bats and listening to the distant thunder rumble before having a delicious dinner, slightly drunk in the best possible way.

It was just a really lovely, fab holiday. Weather aside, obviously. The hotel really was just lovely, with an infinity pool (!!!) and a private stretch of beach. I read a lot of dystopian future fiction, plus my usual Stephen King stretch. It was fab, it really was.

We did do some other stuff other than just read, be lazy and be flooded. We went to Corfu Town for a morning; we watched Mamma Mia in the lobby on a rainy afternoon, mostly with me howling "WHY ARE WE DOING THIS" under my breath to a rapt Richie (in the end I mostly watched the old ladies watching the film) and we did an aerial yoga class, where you sort of swing about in a hammock and do stretches. I have no upper body or core stretch so guess how that went, but it was really good fun anyway. But mostly - books, the odd beer or terrible Greek wine, sunshine, swimming, relaxing.

And now we're back and it's a Saturday so I still have time before I have to go back to work. I have some slight tan going on and I'm feeling pretty well-rested. The last couple of days we've been back in London and have been to see Aladdin and Marvel Live on cheap matinee tickets, which still had a lot of kids running around but there you go. We spent last night in Greenwich, quietly refusing to admit that our holiday was over yet. It's not until tomorrow, dammit!

Date: 2016-09-25 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] littlered2.livejournal.com
Oh no, flooded room! I hope your stuff was all right. Free champagne and desserts sounds excellent, though.

I've never really done the fancy-hotel thing; what makes one so much better than others? (Our family holidays growing up were a mixture of house swaps, holiday cottages, Center Parcs and Keycamp caravans, and as an adult I've mostly just done city-break holiday lets; I like having more space than one room, getting to get up when I like and eat breakfast in my pyjamas, and not have to interact with people. But people keep trying to persuade me that hotels are great.) I love the image of you and Richie as gods of the bus.

A holiday with just reading and dips in the pool sounds great; I hope you are nicely relaxed. (And I think Rob and Richie should get together to watch romcoms raptly.)

Date: 2016-10-01 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hathy-col.livejournal.com
Stuff was okay, fortunately - only hotel property was wrecked :)

I do enjoy a caravan/cottage hotel, but a good hotel is bliss. There's something extremely soothing about abdicating all responsibility for anything more complicated than decided what to eat and getting dressed for dinner. Combined with having to just sit in the sun and read during the day it's very good for me. If service is bad or too personal though I get really freaked out, so I do have Standards and it can't be one of those tiny places, just leave me alone eeek etc.

It's not for everyone, mind you, and I couldn't have it as my only type of holiday but it's a great break when I need to escape from the world and all forms of responsibility.

No idea if that makes sense!

Date: 2016-10-25 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] littlered2.livejournal.com
I should try a good hotel at some point. I imagine you need a warm climate and a pool for it to really work. I do get a bit freaked out by the responsibility when on a city break (must go to all the museums! But must also relax! OH NO, what if I make the wrong decisions and it's all terrible?), so I can see the appeal of doing nothing. I just really like having my own space and not having to talk to people if I don't want to.

(Why am I weeks late in replying to this? Whoops.)


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