Friday, June 7, 2019
My Travel Stories.
I arrived the resort in the early hours of Wednesday with my travel buddy Lady T. She had volunteered to follow me when I requested openly for a travel partner. When we got into the resort I saw the excitement in her eyes! It’s almost impossible not to like this place.
The security men by the entrance were very kind, they had given us the two available options to get to the reception, we either take the shuttle or a short walk. We opted for the latter. We walked slowly savouring the fresh air and quiet in the atmosphere. It was magical. Some seconds into the walk we saw the shuttle park! Yes! First picture location! So if you see me standing by the shuttle, just know I didn't ride one.
After a few snapshots we resumed our walk, slowly still, every step was intentional. This is one of the closest one could get to nature. The sky was very clear and the serenity was surreal. We took a left turn after about 5 minutes and we saw a huge glass building, that must be the reception.
A very pleasant lady greeted us, she wore a fitted Orange uniform with a name tag. I usually read tags to call people by their names, it helps in starting a conversation.
The reception area is decorated with orange and black furniture, two men in native were seen talking.” Do you have a booking “ the lady asked, I said yes, gave her my details and we were shown to our room.
I loved my apartment, a one bedroom with a kitchen area, two bathrooms, soft pillows and a big bed. Oh I love big beds. Guess what the colour of my sofa was, yes! Orange! The owner of this property must drink a lot of oranges haba!
There was also a mini fridge, I took water to drink. Lady T. was still looking around and taking pictures. I had requested for the list of activities for the day. By 4pm there would be a pool party.
To be continued...
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