I am back from the beach, and ready to continue the tour. I had approached a beach attendant for water, telling him I would be sitting pool side and would like some water. After waiting twenty minutes I eventually did get a glass of water from the pool shack myself. It was deserted, as the pool boy continued to be missing in action. However when I got up to leave to meet Steve, the attendant was sitting in the shack. I nodded, gave him a smile and departed from my table. This was our only staff slip up here, I surmise that the first attendant didn’t speak English. I think some of the staff doesn’t understand English, and only smile when you ask them something.
So to drag out the suspense a little longer of what does the bed look like?, and what is a plunge pool? I give you the front landing. Here we are, unit 301, the first of the villas off of our jetty.
This is the view of our jetty, from the apogee of our oval. What a fancy word! Did you know what it meant with out looking it up? Of course you did, all my readers are smart! Our villa is the building at the one o’clock position. The Japanese Restaurant Tai is at the almost twelve o’clock position. The coral garden lies in between. You are only supposed to snorkel there during high tide. Unfortunately high tide has been at inconvenient times, and we haven’t gone. Part of the reason also, is that Steve has been fishing and I won’t snorkel by myself.
Here is another view of the restaurant. In the area with the vertical windows is the Sushi area. Will I hang out there at the Sushi bar? You have got to be kidding me! Although I secretly did want to watch the chef in action. Maybe I’ll just look up some videos on You Tube when I get home. I’m a bit uncomfortable telling the chef, I don’t want to eat, I just want to watch.
Back to our villa, here is just inside the front gate. There are umbrellas there, not for rain, but to keep the sun off you. We haven’t used them yet, preferring to wear hats. Here are the bikes that are provided for all the guests. When we stayed at Gili Lankanfushi I fell off my bike and landed in the bushes. I found it really hard to peddle the old clunkers, and steering on the sand was difficult going around curves. Which is what happened to me. I was going a good clip as instructed by Steve. Once we got off the jetty there was a sharp turn to the right. Steve was far behind me and missed my fall. As he was riding by me, I yelled “Steve!” He was shocked to see me in the bushes, as I had left him in the dust. So I had enough of the bicycles in Gili!
Having seen tricycles at Gili, I figured Como had them also. Voila, we were given a tricycle for me, and a bicycle for Steve who says real men don’t ride tricycles. We attempted this method of transportation, but as I started veering off towards the edge of the jetty and into the Indian Ocean and the Arabian Sea I put the kabosh on it and told Steve “Buggies only!” Now the buggies are actually golf carts. They have three rows, and the third faces backwards. I found the third row to be the best, although I don’t like looking backwards, but there is more leg room that way.
Now to drag it out even longer, here is a view of the pool equipment and pump area.
More to come, but Steve needs to proof read this. Remember to like me, and please leave a comment. I don’t bite. Much.
