My Dad eventually managed to thrust the key into the keyhole and turn it 90° clockwise and we burst into the spacious and airy Villa. This had granite tiles all the way throught the villa the living room had two three seated leather sofas and a 32” TV with Sky.
I didn’t want to watch TV I wanted to go and swim in the deep blue sea. The villa had three massive bedrooms, a delightful kitchen dinner and a sauna. The garden had its own pool and jacuzzi with magnificent views of the vast ocean. That’s all you would need in a villa but I was puzzled why there was a jacuzzi in the garden. When the country is already hot country enough you might of just goes and sunbathe on the sunny sandy golden beaches.
On the Wednesday of the best holiday ever. It was the hottest day yet it was a sweltering 36°C on the beach.
The sandy beaches had changed from a quiet peaceful place at 7am to a busy bustling place at midday in the space of just five hours the calm morning had transformed into the jostle of the day. The beach was as busy as bees nest. Everybody was either sunbathing in the scorching heat, in the queue for the banana boat that snaked of into the distance or in the deep blue sea trying to stay well away from the speeding boats.
On the Wednesday evening we went out to the best restaurant in town La Malagana and got the all you could eat buffet it was massive. I launched myself out of the comfortable seat towards the temping food. I dived straight towards the only food that I knew on the buffet, chips of course, and piled my plate high of chips. I was ravenous. And that’s all I ate that night.
On the Thursday morning around 10am, my little brother Stuart, had started to complain about feeling ill. At first my Mum thought that it might be food poisoning from the wonderful night before but she quickly changed her mind and then thought that it might be a cold. But then I said to my Mum “You can’t get a cold in a hot country” then she corrected me. So that was Stuarts day ruined but not mine.
At midday I sprinted as fast I could to the clear refreshing sea and played volleyball later I played poker with my sick brother whilst my Mum and Dad, who had been looking after him for most of the day, went on a leisurely stroll around the estate and on the golden beach. My brother had fixed the cards so that he would win ever hand and the game he had never beaten me before I was mystified by it all.
On a steamy hot Saturday we had to pack our bags and get ready to leave our delightful villa and take the long tiring journey home. It all started off badly with the taxi turning up an hour late. We had to rush to get to the enormous airport, check in and get to the boarding gate which just had to be furthest away from were we checked in. Once we’d made the round trip to gate 25. It was finally time to say goodbye to a fantastic holiday, amazing people and a great country.
By Alex Moffat 9N
