This really is a beautiful hotel. It’s very comfy, not so expensive, quiet, and has a great pool. All leading to over indulgence in the sun. We aren’t very practised sunbathers, so we got caught out. Must wear a T-shirt all day today.
Aimi stayed in bed this morning while I got up early. Well… early for a holiday, so 7am. This was so I could make the morning yoga class. It is held near reception in a beautiful bamboo framed, grass thatched pavilion that overlooks a river running by. As far as photo worthy locations, this one ticks the box. It’s beautiful. And then I turn up and start stretching and grunting in agony, completely destroying the ambiance.
I’ve followed a YouTube program of morning yoga sessions for a couple months on and off. It was really good when I could stick to a routine, and I certainly felt like I made progress. And in the run up to the wedding when we were stereotypically trimming weight, I managed to get into a bit of a routine, even while working in Glasgow. It definitely made a difference. But I’ve never actually been to a class, so I was just copying the moves as best I could. Without any instruction I didn’t know if what I was doing was correct.
It was not as intense a work out as I worried it might be. But it was an hour long, rather than the 15 min programs I was doing. At the end there was 5 mins of just laying on our backs, eyes closed in silent meditation. There was some soft music and the instructor sounded a light gong. Then she walked thru the yogi’s with a brass bowl, rubbing the edge with what looked like a rubber coated pestle. It made the bowl hum a pleasant, constant tone.
Overall it was a lovely relaxing experience and I came away feeling very floaty and loose. Aimi commented at breakfast how “out of it” I looked. I was super relaxed and really enjoyed the fresh and fruity breakfast looking out over the view.
Heading down to the pool, we nabbed “our” sunbed. We managed to work out how to keep it in shade most of the day, but still kept our t-shirts on. The last thing we want is sunburn on sunburn, especially when we have to sit in a plane in a couple days. I’m going to be uncomfy enough without being burnt.
We passed the time playing Uno and joking about. Several time I got down to Uno card and then Aimi would find a way to make me pick up, or I wouldn’t have the cards and would have to pick up anyway. Then, it looked like I was going to win. But Aimi had other ideas. She laid a +4 colour change card that would have forced me to pick up 4. But luckily, I had one too, which took me down to Uno cards. I laid this on top, feeling very smug, making her pick up 8. But then she pulled ANOTHER ONE. out and forced me to pick up 12 cards….. I just sighed out the word “bollocks…” This, for some reason, sent Aimi over the edge in a fit of giggles.
This evening in the restaurant there was a gig by a dude with an acoustic guitar. Its one of Aimi’s less favourite things, to be stuck watching someone amateur play poorly and feel trapped, unable to leave politely. And there would be no leaving without notice. The restaurant was almost deserted. But we had a very good table on the other side of the platform, facing away from him and looking out over the view. Other than him being about 20% too loud, his music was very good. He had a good voice and played slow, well known romantic songs. It was actually very nice. Then he went for a break, just as we were having dessert. We scoffed the last bits and took the opportunity to leave without being seen. Awkward walk off, avoided.