By MCpl Amy, with some assistance in typing.
I had done a very long trip around the USA and I felt I needed a break. What’s a girl supposed to do? Find somewhere quiet, and just chill on the beach? Ahhh – that’s a nice idea. No rushing around, posing on tanks or canyons or aircraft. Just a BIG chill.
I consulted my favourite Travel Agent, who booked me into a large yellow back-pack for a mystery trip. For the next 24 hours I just snuggled down to sleep: I mean, travelling is nice … but it can be a bit boring, especially when you’re as well-travelled as I am.
But I was finally settled into my new accommodation, where it seems a Butler had been playing with the bath towels. I guess he enjoys doing that, and everyone should have a hobby! Nice big bed, too.
After a really good sleep, in the morning I stumbled to the window to have a look at the view – Oh, that’s nice!
Time to explore the place, I suppose. Hmm, large birds. Sea view. Flower arrangement. This looks OK.
Oh, a Butler with glass of sparkling wine? How nice! A bit early in the day, but I guess its OK when a girl’s on holiday.
Time for a stroll around the garden before lunch? Why not! All went fine until I discovered that Bouganvillea has some rather interesting thorns, and I had to be helped down from my short climb.
By this time I was feeling just a little bit hungry, so I headed down to the Beach restaurant to see what was on offer. I decided to try the coconut shrimp, which turned out to be a good decision.
Time to “Hit the Beach”, as the Marines would say. Ahhh, this is the life: blue sea and sky, white sand, a soft breeze and the sound of tiny waves lapping the shore … inevitably, I dozed off.
It was actually a bit too warm in the sun, so I retreated into the shade of the beach umbrella, where to my delight a passing Beach Butler provided me with some more fizzy refreshment.
Suitably nourished, I decided to have another climb (as you know, Bears do like to do that) but it felt a bit too energetic for a holiday activity, so I came down again … and fortunately I had finished my Mimosa before one of the local residents decided to take a close interest in the glass.
That was enough for one day, so I decided to have an early night … only to discover that the Butler had been playing with bath towels again!
And so the days passed in a haze of tranquility and beach and fizzy wine and shrimp and lobster and beach and comfy chairs and fizzy wine and Mimosa and … zzzzz
I met a few more locals. The lizards were quite sociable, but the sand crabs would dive into their burrows at the slightest disturbance. I admired the sockets for his retractable eye stalks!!
I discovered where a dozen or so peacocks roosted at night …
… and The Butler kept playing with bath towels …
I discovered that some varieties of palm trees flower, and another variety was possibly the inspiration for Rastafarian hair-styles.
And then … it was time to go home. Into the back-pack, and about 24 hours later after a load of bumping around and jostling, I emerged to find myself back in a cold, wet, windy UK. Oh, well, I’d had a good rest, and now feel ready for my next mission (once I’ve managed to get the last of that sand out of my fur).
Where was that I went? Sgt Braille says it looks familiar!!