All the gear, no idea.
Winter sun beckons, and this year, we’re going to nail another one of those ‘really ought to visit’ places as a diver, Ko Tao.
When this holiday was first dreamt up, we fancied ourselves as fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants youngsters, visiting Trailfinders (in the City, perhaps first giveaway that we were clearly not cut out for such shenanigans) and booking flights only. Steve told me about the wonders of the cheap beach huts, charming in a locust infested way, and only a hop, skip and a jump away from the sea front. Here we would mingle seamlessly with the locals, save money, and be at one with the spirit of the island. We’d arrive, we’d book. Lovely.
You might say therefore that I was a little surprised when a somewhat overworked and overstressed Steve announced that he’d been thinking about it and he quite fancied pre-booking somewhere, and not just any-old-where, but that he would rather like a swimming pool.
Not an over the top demand, but this soon became, ‘it must have a pool bar’ then ‘it must have several pool bars and a restaurant’ and eventually we found ourselves booking the deluxe suite at a tiny little luxury resort built by local architects into the edge of a cliff with an eternity pool designed quite brilliantly to give a seamless expanse of water. Pool then sea…..and you can’t see where one ends and the other begins. Have a look.
When this holiday was first dreamt up, we fancied ourselves as fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants youngsters, visiting Trailfinders (in the City, perhaps first giveaway that we were clearly not cut out for such shenanigans) and booking flights only. Steve told me about the wonders of the cheap beach huts, charming in a locust infested way, and only a hop, skip and a jump away from the sea front. Here we would mingle seamlessly with the locals, save money, and be at one with the spirit of the island. We’d arrive, we’d book. Lovely.
You might say therefore that I was a little surprised when a somewhat overworked and overstressed Steve announced that he’d been thinking about it and he quite fancied pre-booking somewhere, and not just any-old-where, but that he would rather like a swimming pool.
Not an over the top demand, but this soon became, ‘it must have a pool bar’ then ‘it must have several pool bars and a restaurant’ and eventually we found ourselves booking the deluxe suite at a tiny little luxury resort built by local architects into the edge of a cliff with an eternity pool designed quite brilliantly to give a seamless expanse of water. Pool then sea…..and you can’t see where one ends and the other begins. Have a look.
A far cry from the ‘locust infested local spur of the moment book when we arrive hut’, but I guess as you get older it gets tougher to take these kind of gambles with your hard earned holiday time- and of course, I’m more than happy to go along for the ride.
Anyway, this has spurred on my excitement about how long it is until I get to be at one with the fishies again….only 4 weeks away. I’ve opted for all my presents to be diving related so I’ll be the classic, ‘all the gear, no idea’ diver. But I’ll look good. Earlier today I placed an order for a black wetsuit and matching fins and when the person in the shop said, ‘we’ve only got those fins in turquoise and white, will that be ok?’ I shuddered at the thought of the clashing and said I’d rather wait until the sleek black ones were delivered. I might be 30 metres under water, but it’s no excuse to look a mess.
Anyway, this has spurred on my excitement about how long it is until I get to be at one with the fishies again….only 4 weeks away. I’ve opted for all my presents to be diving related so I’ll be the classic, ‘all the gear, no idea’ diver. But I’ll look good. Earlier today I placed an order for a black wetsuit and matching fins and when the person in the shop said, ‘we’ve only got those fins in turquoise and white, will that be ok?’ I shuddered at the thought of the clashing and said I’d rather wait until the sleek black ones were delivered. I might be 30 metres under water, but it’s no excuse to look a mess.
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