Sweated like a stuff pig whilst running or more to the point jogging very slowly around my preferred route. When I get home its powered soup and fruit until I am 10 stone something.
No exaggeration but during a 24 hour period at least a dozen staff ask how I am doing and am I enjoying the hotel and its facilities. My stock answer is always the same: 'great', 'wonderful', 'brilliant'. I have this nefarious thought that if I stray away from my scripted answer I may form part of the extensive building work - buried underneath the 4th swimming pool.
Tarek my tour guide visited me at the hotel to apologise for the conduct of the person I moaned about on the Cairo trip. He convinced me like a seasoned snake oil salesman that the price I paid was VFM. On reflection I had to admit it was, and apart from the behaviour of a member of staff and some ill-mannered passengers it was indeed a memorable visit. I must confess also that I for my sins purchased a bottle of musk whilst at the perfume shop - I was guaranteed that it would pull the ladiezz! - hasn't worked.
After returning from the Internet cafe and bank I had a siesta which was ably assisted by a brace of my favourite holiday tipple of whiskey and 7-up.
I watched in admiration Diana playing before dinner. I was equally impressed after my meal by the Arabian dancers which the hotel hired for the evening. Undeniably, that from the beginning of my vacation till the last night of my stay, the hotel entertainment has immeasurably improved.
Went to the Bus Stop bar and played pool. The costs of entering Pacha was for me prohibitive. Thus headed to the Hard Rock. To my pleasant astonishment Tom and his friend were there. Surprisingly, both were good dancers (or at least enthusiastic). I joined them and all 3 of us were there until the lights went up at 4.00am. The last song of the night was Gangster Paradise by Coolio which we danced and sang to with great gusto. We promised that we would meet up in London to continue our foray into the world of disco. I mentioned Tiger Tiger they looked at me in disgust - we're not going there that's for certain.
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