Day 2 - June 9th 2009
09.06.2009 - 09.06.2009 31 °C
Breakfast. They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I totally agree but only because I didn’t want to roll my lazy butt off the lounge once out in the sun.
Private Beach. No sand, just pebbles. It was hilarious watching Vicki negotiate gravity on her way to the water’s edge. They were slippery little suckers and if your footing wasn’t entirely right then rather painful too. The Adriatic sea apparently has a higher salt concentration than the oceans we’re more familiar with down under. More salt equals greater buoyancy and the bonus antiseptic qualities should have killed off any nasties that attached themselves when wading through the floodwaters of Venice. So easy to float away both physically and mentally.
Beached. A Fauna rescue helicopter began circling the air around us. We must have been mistaken for beached sea mammals in need of assistance. We were disgustingly sloth like ever so occasionally dipping ourselves in the clear water purely for survival when the sun’s radiance became a bit much. The Pina Colada alert was intermittently raised when sustenance was required during the 6 or so hours of baking in the Mediterranean sun.
Pool. Time for a change of scenery. The 20 metre walk back to the pool left us in a state of exhaustion (it could have been dehydration but I’m not a doctor). The only remedy available was an old fashioned one, more cocktails. Alcohol re-hydrates you, right? There’s ice in the glass. It has to.
Dinner. More seafood. Really, in a setting like this nothing else comes to mind. Tuna steak for me (I like mine rare. Slightly overcooked but still nice) and Vicki had a plate of Scampi (she has a knack for ordering the most expensive thing on the menu). The region is famous for it’s Scampi. Delectable.
Drinks. Back to the hotel bar for a stiff drink and a coffee whilst surfing the net. Nice way to wrap up a fine day.