Each of us has unique flaws, and our cracks and imperfections make our lives more exciting and rewarding.
As long as there is an appetite for learning, love and friendship, the rest 'doesn't matter. We all come and go in the same manner... 'Naked'.
Back in London, Aisha texted me for an invite to a party, which I had to decline.
Aisha: 'Are you coming tonight?'
Me: 'No, Darling. Sitting in front of the fireplace. Too cold to move!'
Aisha: 'It isn't that cold. Where's your hot-blooded character!!!'
Me: 'I know! It's been hiding somewhere. Think I need to smoke more weed! Haha. Or get out more.'
Aisha: 'Exactly. That's the Haldita I know. Yala. Get up!!!'
However, I didn't make it out that evening.
However, I didn't make it out that evening.
is everything to write home about, and the entertainment is carried from the Saint Tropez Voile Rouge afternoon on the beach with mojitos to Ibiza-like foam parties in the day with D.J.s playing. Most entertaining.
The best part was sharing tables at meals and practising our French, as most of the visitors to Club Med are from France and Belgium.
Hala and I began our travels with this French company, organised by our parents at boarding school here. The trips to exotic destinations took place all over the world, and in those days, travelling was a piece of cake compared to nowadays' hassle of being searched and questioned as though we were all terrorists. And yet, with the computer age, we can book trips at the tip of our fingers. We first went to Hawaii all those decades ago with Club Med, to the Hanalei Plantation on the island of Kauai. It was a true paradise with bungalows laying on a stretch almost off a cliff, carrying views of the green mountains ahead and the beach onto the ocean along the shoreline below us. We had a picnic organised on a bay where the movie 'King Kong' was filmed, and the only way it could be reached was by a helicopter where we carried large headphones playing classical music over our heads and were driven right close to the trees on the tall mountains to watch the scattered waterfalls across this magnificent view. We also visited the waterfall where South Pacific was filmed; the movie was filmed there, and it slid off into the lake below.
Hala and I attempted to enter the disco in the evening after our parents had gone to bed, but our plan failed miserably as our hands were caught in a game of poker by one of the G.O.s, and we were shown the way out for being underage. Oh well, no harm in trying.
Shame I don't have pictures of those holidays. They were destroyed by a revolution. Hard to explain.
It's too bad the Club Med in Hawaii was closed shortly after our visit and fell back into the hands of a Japanese firm's original owners. This time round, we were in Kemer, Turkey.
There was an over-18 in the Club, and no sign of children in sight. It took us a day or two to unwind and get accustomed to our surroundings, yet we managed immediately to top up that tan. Swimming daily in what must be one of the few clean waters in the Mediterranean Sea was bliss.
The aquagym in the pool every morning was a must.
We hardly left the surroundings, except for a couple of hours of shopping in Kemer. Another leather jacket was added to the wardrobe.
The nights were filled with entertainment, beginning at the bar next to the pool and continuing to the amphitheatre. One evening, as Hala and I took our seats on the first row to watch the show, a young, dashing dude in black, with his hair flung back and a great pair of shoes, sat next to me, and we began conversing. He was accompanied by his two uncles and their friend visiting their country on holiday. The older men had exceptional black hair for their age! Added by a confident attitude. The younger man, Dexter, was charming, made introductions, and asked if I wanted to join them at the disco as Hala left to retire after the show.
The loud House music stretched all the way to the bar, and we followed the sound to get to the dancing space placed by the beach at the entrance of the vicinity or village, as they call it in Club Med. The uncles disappeared from the scene into the crowded dance floor, and Dexter offered to get me a drink. We got moving to the tunes when I asked humorously:
"So, what happened to the uncles?'
Dexter adopted a different tone suddenly from his earlier posh accent and uttered:
"Oh! He's with his mite."
I turned to him, somewhat surprised and questioned:
"With his what?"
He simply answered:
"His mite. His mate."
My response simply was:
"Oh!"
At this point, Dexter excused himself to visit the gents', and I went for a short stroll on the beach.
Before leaving the disco, I was presented to a couple of other guys, and when offered yet another drink, I excused myself and headed to bed.
Every day, I stared at the waterskiers, wondering whether I should have another attempt at it. The desire was so strong, yet thinking of the incident of three years ago and being carried out of the waterski club in London by an ambulance did not help gather the courage to restart. Who knows?! There will be other chances. This was not the time.
It was flattering being approached quite openly by a fellow writer, who made his intentions of making friends very clear by an open approach. He came over to me at lunch while Hala and I were conversing with the two tall and handsome guys sharing the table and declared in the most gentlemanly manner:
"I've made my approach quite clear, and if you're interested, I'll see you later by the pool."
What about the intelligent older man who is taking my fancy these days? Could it be sharing stories of experience on a level of more profound understanding of having been through more ups and downs, one that is not purely based on sex? Then again, the physics of each of us plays a vital role in that attraction. Most older men seem to have so much baggage to deal with, and they say women have baggage! It depends on the individual; age carries experience and acceptance, not wisdom.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
As Benjamin Franklin wrote:
Beauty, like supreme dominion
It is but supported by opinion.
Would I even 'want' to be in my twenties with my current experience? That would not be possible, and I am exactly where I want to be. Thank The Lord.
The best part was sharing tables at meals and practising our French, as most of the visitors to Club Med are from France and Belgium.
Hala and I began our travels with this French company, organised by our parents at boarding school here. The trips to exotic destinations took place all over the world, and in those days, travelling was a piece of cake compared to nowadays' hassle of being searched and questioned as though we were all terrorists. And yet, with the computer age, we can book trips at the tip of our fingers. We first went to Hawaii all those decades ago with Club Med, to the Hanalei Plantation on the island of Kauai. It was a true paradise with bungalows laying on a stretch almost off a cliff, carrying views of the green mountains ahead and the beach onto the ocean along the shoreline below us. We had a picnic organised on a bay where the movie 'King Kong' was filmed, and the only way it could be reached was by a helicopter where we carried large headphones playing classical music over our heads and were driven right close to the trees on the tall mountains to watch the scattered waterfalls across this magnificent view. We also visited the waterfall where South Pacific was filmed; the movie was filmed there, and it slid off into the lake below.
Hala and I attempted to enter the disco in the evening after our parents had gone to bed, but our plan failed miserably as our hands were caught in a game of poker by one of the G.O.s, and we were shown the way out for being underage. Oh well, no harm in trying.
Shame I don't have pictures of those holidays. They were destroyed by a revolution. Hard to explain.
It's too bad the Club Med in Hawaii was closed shortly after our visit and fell back into the hands of a Japanese firm's original owners. This time round, we were in Kemer, Turkey.
There was an over-18 in the Club, and no sign of children in sight. It took us a day or two to unwind and get accustomed to our surroundings, yet we managed immediately to top up that tan. Swimming daily in what must be one of the few clean waters in the Mediterranean Sea was bliss.
The aquagym in the pool every morning was a must.
We hardly left the surroundings, except for a couple of hours of shopping in Kemer. Another leather jacket was added to the wardrobe.
The nights were filled with entertainment, beginning at the bar next to the pool and continuing to the amphitheatre. One evening, as Hala and I took our seats on the first row to watch the show, a young, dashing dude in black, with his hair flung back and a great pair of shoes, sat next to me, and we began conversing. He was accompanied by his two uncles and their friend visiting their country on holiday. The older men had exceptional black hair for their age! Added by a confident attitude. The younger man, Dexter, was charming, made introductions, and asked if I wanted to join them at the disco as Hala left to retire after the show.
The loud House music stretched all the way to the bar, and we followed the sound to get to the dancing space placed by the beach at the entrance of the vicinity or village, as they call it in Club Med. The uncles disappeared from the scene into the crowded dance floor, and Dexter offered to get me a drink. We got moving to the tunes when I asked humorously:
"So, what happened to the uncles?'
Dexter adopted a different tone suddenly from his earlier posh accent and uttered:
"Oh! He's with his mite."
I turned to him, somewhat surprised and questioned:
"With his what?"
He simply answered:
"His mite. His mate."
My response simply was:
"Oh!"
At this point, Dexter excused himself to visit the gents', and I went for a short stroll on the beach.
Before leaving the disco, I was presented to a couple of other guys, and when offered yet another drink, I excused myself and headed to bed.
Every day, I stared at the waterskiers, wondering whether I should have another attempt at it. The desire was so strong, yet thinking of the incident of three years ago and being carried out of the waterski club in London by an ambulance did not help gather the courage to restart. Who knows?! There will be other chances. This was not the time.
It was flattering being approached quite openly by a fellow writer, who made his intentions of making friends very clear by an open approach. He came over to me at lunch while Hala and I were conversing with the two tall and handsome guys sharing the table and declared in the most gentlemanly manner:
"I've made my approach quite clear, and if you're interested, I'll see you later by the pool."
What about the intelligent older man who is taking my fancy these days? Could it be sharing stories of experience on a level of more profound understanding of having been through more ups and downs, one that is not purely based on sex? Then again, the physics of each of us plays a vital role in that attraction. Most older men seem to have so much baggage to deal with, and they say women have baggage! It depends on the individual; age carries experience and acceptance, not wisdom.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
As Benjamin Franklin wrote:
Beauty, like supreme dominion
It is but supported by opinion.
Would I even 'want' to be in my twenties with my current experience? That would not be possible, and I am exactly where I want to be. Thank The Lord.
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| This reminds me of home! |
Off to the next destination early in the morning. Till next week... Ta ta.
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