#No.35: A Scorching Holiday!

To kick off my hopeful posting bonanza, I've got an announcement of a fulfilling of a list item! Though it's a little late. This summer, my family took a trip across the seas and went on a holiday abroad! Which, of course, completes:

 #No. 35) Go On Holiday Abroad

... But somehow I think you'd already guessed that... just a warning now, this is a picture heavy post, so it's quite long!... But you're going to read it anyway. You know you want to! Honest! My holiday was to the sunny island of Mallorca, Situated off of the coast of Spain! (I know it says Majorca on the map, but that's the English spelling! it's Mallorca in... well, Mallorca...Mallorcan?...My head hurts)

Its an awesome island, but the last time I had been, I was... four I think? Though only thing I remember from that trip is that I won a musical statues competition, and got free drinks for a week at the hotel.

Anyways, I'll get on with my holiday story.

The first part of my holiday starts with a little problem. That little problem being that our hotel had double booked our rooms. Yep. We were room-less people. The plus side of this was that we got free breakfast and dinner at the hotel... but we still couldn't stay there, and we had nowhere to go. Until the very nice receptionist managed to find us a room at a ... well it wasn't really a hotel, more of a flat building that was being used as a hotel. Kind of like a B'n'B but more Mallorc-y. Anywyas, the flat area was called:

It was quite a nice place actually! Except I didn't technically have a bed. I did, however have a ribbed, sand encrusted monstrosity of a sofa, that folded out into a bed! ... It was like sleeping on several tiny hills.
The hill-bed aside, the first day, after the first unexpected glitch, was actually quite nice! We had a walk round, and after discovering we were 2 minutes from the sea front, decided we liked the new place. While taking a walk along said sea front, I took a picture of the ocean, and ran it through that popular photo-editing app that rhymes with Shmimshtergram. I will now present said picture for your viewing pleasure....

Quaint isn't it?

Anyways, we soon drifted back to my our apartment, locked ourself in, and promptly fell asleep.

I now come to problem 2 of the holiday. ( wWile I did enjoy myself, I am a pessimist. Blame society. )

While our apartment / flat / thingy was very nice, it did have one, teency, weency little flaw.

The shower was bloody awful. The water came out as either incredibly hot or freezing cold, with the ratio being 1:20 respectively. And guess who got most of the cold?

Anyways, after I'd finished screaming, we began day 2 of the magnificent holiday adventure. We walked back to the hotel ( which I surprisingly don't have a single picture of) and spent the day chilling by/ arround/ in the pool, making friends with the other guests, and playing ping pong or pool... the ball game, not the swimming variety.
After a while, it got to dinner time, and we decided we were peckish, and while the in hotel dinner looked appetising, we ( and by we, I mean my mother, brother, and myself) decided we wanted to go out for pur evening meal.

So we had another wander, and found a small cafe/pub/ restaurant, that was ran by a welsh couple. Can you guess what it was called?

Yep the little welsh bar. It was a really nice place, and we returned here a lot. While I was sipping my legally allowed pint of cider, I took another Shmimshtergram photo, which came out as this:

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GAZE UPON IT'S AWESOMENESS!!!!

...sorry...

but yes, it was looking like a lovely holiday.

Day 3 passed without much happening, with myself spending most of my time in the hotel pool.

Day 4, however, was when I realised that Day 3 was a bad idea. You see, avid readers, my skin is quite " Sensitive " meaning if I don't put on sun-cream every 4 hours or so, I don't burn, I roast. And because I spent my day in the pool, I didn't realise I hadn't put on any sun-cream at all, even with my mother reminding several times to put some on.
While sitting at the Little Welsh Bar, my mother took this picture on my phone, so I could show everyone. It looked like this: ( Er, those with a nervous disposition, or a likelihood to vomit at peeling skin might want to scroll past this bit...)

those red bits? That's unhealed raw peeled skin. And the black bits? Burnt skin. Enjoy!


Well, with day 4 painfully and swiftly over, we moved into a t-shirt covered day 5, where we discovered several funny things.
The first discovery was that of a river house that someone has made, and tethered it in the middle of a nearby river for the ducks. THE DUCKS. I kid ye not. A Pic for proof ( I did say it was pic heavy, and long)

*sighs* It's beautiful isn't it.
Sorry, you lost me in an imaginary duck-town for a second there.

Our next discovery was that of an intresting piece of graffiti. Now I do like graffiti art, and find it both interesting and generally cool. However, I that the person that created this " piece" is not as smart as they would like the general populace to think. Ladies, Gentleman, Fellow Escaped Labratory Experiments, I give you " El Esmarto".

> Brilliant, Isn't it? I especially like the way the curved eyes of the smiling face denote cunning and charm... or something like that anyways.

Day 5 was finished off with a round of mini golf at a local mini golf parlour that we happened across ( I was awful if you wondering... you already had guessed that hadn't you...)

Day 6 was a special day. It was the day we had booked to go to the local water park, Aqualand.

Now, some of my many ( 5 ) readers may not know this, but I LOOOOOOOVVVEEE waterslides. really, really love them. And when I was greeted with this site:

I squealed a little... a manly squeal of course...yeh...
Also, please ignore the semi naked people at the bottom of the picture, I timed the picture wrong.

Anyways, the park was brilliant, with my brother and I going on all the cool slides at the park, until, finally, we came to the kamikaze ride. Now, when it comes to " Kamikaze" slides, I generally chicken out due to the high speeds and possibility of pain that these slides give a possibility for. However, I was talked into it by my brother, and therefore gave it a go.

Have you ever seen an "over weight" person go down a waterslide? This is one of the few times where weight comes with an advantage, with gravity allowing us to go faster than our faster compatriots. Now, imagine going down a kamikaze slide. See where this is going?

Unfortunately, you can't tell how fast I was going at this point, or even what I look like... my mum isn't good with technology ( think medieval capabilities)... But I can tell you this. I was going so fast down that slide that when I hit the water at the bottom I flipped over. I was like a chubby Catherine wheel, spinning and skimming the water in a not so graceful fashion. It was awesome.

Soon after, with several goes on the other rides, we ran out of time at the park, and came to the end of day 6.
And with that, my holiday was pretty much over. Day 7 arrived, and we quickly packed up our belongings and got on a bus to the airport, where we caught a plane back to cheery old Blighty, and our normal lives. My shoulder has of course, healed by now, however it's a little smoother than before.
I had a lot of fun on my holiday, and I'm glad I could share it with you guys, my wonderful readers!
thanks for reading!
That's all folks!

Well, unless your still reading, and I can give you a special prize for carrying on, and not giving up on this mammoth post!
Here is a picture I got at the park with an absolutely gorgeous snake! I wish I could have brought her home, but luggage rules and several movies are quite clear that it's a bad idea to put snakes onto planes...

Thanks again, and that really is all folks! ba-bye now!

Snood Out/