Another day another early start, I went for breakfast at 6.30pm and ready to hit the pool at 7am. The notices all around the pools ( there are 4) and at the beach saying reserving of loungers is not allowed, had made me get up early to get my spot.
Ha!!
Every lounger around every pool had towels on! Seriously!! and not a body in sight!
By 10am the beach was buzzing and so the call of the Animation team started, with screams of 'wart polo', 'yog n stretch', ' beach volleyball' echoing around the the loungers, and usually very close to my lughole, followed by ' dont be lazy'.For the love of god I am on holiday I've just realised that I have to get up at 3am to get a pool spot, go peddle your wares somewhere else. However the call of ' water eyerobics' was the last straw for me, all I wanted was a bit more shut 'eyerobics'.
And then amongst this cacophony of over exuberant yelling, I heard the call of 'Travisty show tonight'. This may not mean anything to you but it took me straight back to the late 70's early 80's. All hotels in Tunisia had their own nightclubs for their guests and around 11pm they had a floor show, sometimes a fakir ( he often rubbed his back make ooohh sounds when he got off his bed of nails), sometimes a contortionist, an old Russian gymnast, whose husband accompanied her around and always looked as if he was going to have a nervous breakdown as she performed. Belly dancers and snake charmers and jugglers completed the weekly troupe, well nearly........
The travisty show was big business. It was a transvestite show, they couldn't say the word then and they still can't today. Back then it was a group of English drag queens, they looked to have combined age of about 200 so I'm guessing it isn't them tonight( I'm hoping it isn't!!!). They were less Rupaul and more Danny le Rue, you get the picture.
All good fun.
At around 3pm I thought that it was time to take my rhino hide inside for some moisturising, stopping off in the bar for coffee and cognac, as you do.
Then upstairs to make myself beautiful, one look in the mirror at my black eye and still swollen hooter meant that I abandoned any idea of tarting myself up and had a nap until 5pm ( with out the call to fitness) and was down for dinner at 6.30pm.
I wandered down to the beach just before sunset and basked in the cool sea breeze. Total peace except for the waves splashing on the shore.
Fishermen were out on the waters edge and did catch a few fish whist I was there.
As I walked back I heard the call to prayer
You cannot see the mosque but I stood by an open window on the corridor listening. I have always found it mesmerising.
Today I am at hospital at 8am for a check up on my nose and then I may pop into Sousse and have a wander around the Ribat, before heading back for a bit of roasting on the beach.
And finally
Happy Birthday to my friend AL who is celebrating a milestone birthday,
And get well soon to my lovely friend Alison who is in hospital in Cyprus, like me, she just wanted a bit of sunshine.
Have a great Thursday.
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