My good friend Selma lives at Spice Island resort at
the east coast. I was going to her house for 5 days.
We called a taxi and the driver came to pick me up on
Monday. It was an hour drive and I was sitting alone in the backseat, listening
to music. When I got there, I met Selma. Laila (another friend who was there)
was still in bed. Selma and I went down to the restaurant where we could order
anything we wanted. Selma ordered breakfast, and I took a juice. Laila came
after a while, ate, and then we spent the day in the TV-room. It's an AC there,
so it is very nice and cold. We worked at our science project and just relaxed.
After a while, Laila and I went for a walk on the jeti, a large pier out in the
Indian ocean. We weren't really thirsty at the time so we didn't bother to
order anything in the bar out there. We just sat in the hammock, chilled and
talked. When we started to get hungry, we just went to the restaurant. And if
we were thirsty, we just went to the bar and ordered what we wanted. They make
delicious juice and they really know how to make a good meal. All the staff
know Selma, so we do not have to pay or anything.
The days went like that, sometimes we woke up early,
so we could eat breakfast, but sometimes we had to eat lunch because it was too
late. We didn't feel like swimming in the 30 degrees hot seawater, except the
day we were going to dive (which I will make another post about). They also
have a very nice, large pool which we could use any time we wanted to.
We could stay in the lounge, TV-room, restaurant,
office or by the swimming pool. Also, if we wanted to we could go to the SPA
and get any treatment that pleased us.
That is how the days went, and on Friday Laila and I
were going home. Before we went we wanted a milkshake, so we went to the bar,
ordered and got our milkshake.
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