Time to get up and start our day! Looking at the Instagram postings for Gili Lankanfushi I found this picture…
Whoa! What a beautiful pool! I didn’t recall seeing it anyway on property and thought I would ask one of the servers at breakfast how I could find it!
After my fortifying juice shooter, I inquired.
Well Madame, I am sorry to but that will not be possible.
How so? Please break it to me gently. Yes, I am sitting down now, you can tell me.
“Perhaps you might like to see if you Rosti and two egg mozzarella, mushroom, spring onion and pepper omelette is to your satisfaction first. ”
It’s “varah Meeru’, very tasty. The picture is from the Residence, and it is fully booked! Oh well.
I guess I will just have to satisfy myself with some of the fruit from the buffet.
The fruit was just so pretty that I couldn’t stay disappointed for long.
Maybe I’ll just have some more fruit from the fruit chef and go on with my day.
Look, things are looking up, Steve saw the lounger under pool canopy was empty, and we could sit there for a spell!
Now how do you say, “I am so happy?’
Would Mr. and Mrs. Lant like a towel, some ice water, sun lotion and two bread sticks while you enjoy the shade and the view? But of course, we would!
Alas, all good things come to and end and it was time for use to get our snorkeling briefing by the resident Marine Biologist. No pictures of the pretty fish again, but we did see several different species and we even saw an octopus! There were three others with us on our expedition; the tennis instructor and two guys. I asked them where they were from. Guest C said Columbia, and Guest E said England. “Where did you meet I inquired? ” ‘Ibiza!”
Of course I asked them if they knew Gary Goldsmith the uncle of the Dutchess of Doolittle. Will and Kate had vacationed there several times. The house has been nicknamed “Chateau Bang-Bang”! Alas, they knew nothing of what I was talking about, and you probably don’t either. Guest E took some pictures of Steve and I snorkeling, but we never met up with them again. So the cute pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Lant are probably deleted.
We headed back to the Over Water Bar for lunch. There was a very interesting cocktail on the menu board. What are the odds that I would order one?
It was called the Kaashi Cocktail. Fresh coconut water, rum, Midori, Amaretto and pineapple juice. Yummy!
We had more delicious bread.
I ordered a pizza, with ground beef, mushroom and pepper.
Steve had some kind of stir fry.
Of course when we left the Over Water Bar (which I seem to have been incorrectly calling Over the Sea, or Over The Water Bar), my hat flew off and Steve had to rescue it for me! My Hero!
While we were snorkeling my favorite spot at the pool was taken. We were never able to claim it again unfortunately, as a new family of lounge hogs took over. They left their gear there even when they were lounging in the sun on different loungers and while they were at lunch! I was very disturbed, but Steve remarked that the didn’t find the low cushions under the canopy that comfortable. I ended up calming down eventually the more that I studied the family. The father was in his 60’s, the wife was in her 40’s and extremely scrawny, there was a young boy we thought was six, who the older gentleman was extremely affectionate toward, and then there was a 40 year old man who might have been the older man’s son from his first wife. We have seen that type of family on a number of our trips. I never quite figure out who the lady belongs to. However as she rarely sits near the younger man, I have decided that she is with the older guy. Anyway, that is my intrigue for the day. I never did find out who they were, who was with whom and where they were staying. I deduced that they weren’t at The Residence as the little boy would likely want to be in that pool and on the slide every day.
No more about Monday, we had more caviar at dinner on Steve’s tuna tartare, and we had chocolate with raspberry sorbet for dessert. What can be better than that?
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