I have just returned back to the UK after 2 weeks in Madeira
accompanied by my family, that’s mum, dad and older sister. We left at an
inordinately early time on Monday 12th and I had my reservations
about the whole trip. Now before I sound like an unappreciative dick, I was
excited to get away of course. I was apprehensive about not being able to make
the most of it and my family ending up being disappointed with my reactions to
the trip. In all honesty I‘m not convinced I was able to take full advantage of
the experience. This post however is not going to consist of me moaning about
how hard it was to be away, it wasn't. On an entirely selfish level it’s by far
the most beneficial thing I've done in a very long time.
I admit that yes I have been wallowing in a self-loathing
pit of melancholy for some time and it has come to a point where I realise the
only thing that can, and fingers crossed will change that is me.
This vacation was I feel the first step in the right
direction. I can’t begin to explain how important it is to have time spent away
from work (that isn't awful but is by under no illusions brilliant) and to be
almost permanently surrounded by positivity for two weeks.
For those that are unaware Madeira is a small Portuguese
Island north of Tenerife (or so I’m told by Wikipedia) near South Africa.
The weather there is pretty constant all year round and luckily for us that
tends to mean warm and clear. Contrary to my normal habits of staying inside in
the season of summer, I do enjoy sunshine - it’s just an unfortunate turn of
events involving rubbish genes that have led my body to hate it. That being
said the holiday was incredible even being - quote from the holiday -“covered in sunshine”.
I held a parrot, an owl, stroked an iguana and a snake
(minds out of the gutter please), went to the city, did traditional dance, ate
and drank till I felt sick and went down a road (still used by cars) in what
was effectively a basket. One of the most memorable occurrences though would
have to be a particular song that the hotel decided to play during aqua
aerobics. The aqua aerobics was done every day and led by one of the
entertainment staff named Wayne. He smelled like gloriousness and had the body
of someone that could very well turn up in the kind of dream that shouldn't be
shared in public but that is a tangent for another occasion. I shall now link
you to said song – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wW0FsUYqVJg
The majority of the hotels stayers were either French or German and so the
lyrics weren't necessarily considered, however as you can imagine we found it
hilarious.
In the end the two weeks were relaxing and quiet and just
perfect. I would definitely encourage anyone wanting a picturesque, break from
everything sort of holiday to go to Madeira.
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| Here is said basket that you travel down roads in. No there are not wheels and yes the "breaks" are the shoes of the two men pushing it. |
