15.03.2014 - 15.03.2014 30 °C
Saturday, not a cloud in the sky and we're at the beach quite early. People watching again. This time it's the various hawkers up and down the beach selling crotcheted dresses, Che Guavara caps and straw hats. We have yet to see someone buy anything. We also watch the guys organising people with canoes, catamaran rides and wind surfing. We watch a beach volleyball game organised by the hotel's entertainment team. Picture the Brazilian women's beach volleyball squad at the London Olympics at horseguards parade, now imagine grey and balding men with thin spindly legs in brightly patterned swimshorts that are tied with a drawstring hidden by their beer bellies turning red in the face and gasping to breathe trying to prove they've still got what it takes and they can still show these youngsters a thing or two about ball games. Knackered and sweating profusely I return to my sunbed for a well earned lie down. There's a lifeguard on the beach with orange shorts and a tight fitting white tee shirt blowing his whistle at swimmers who venture too far out. Later we spot him behind the water sports shack selling a Canadian guy a box of Cuban cigars. It's a close run thing between the Germans and the Canadians for the most tourists in the resort. For the Canadians it's only a four and a half hour flight. There are some brits, some french and various South American nationals. In the afternoon we take sunbeds in the gardens of the hotel in the shade of the coconut trees, very peaceful and handy for a cooling dip in the pool when needed. Dinner and drinks later. It's a hard life.