LillWine and Sun in the Whitsundays
January 9th 2009 11:05
Wine and Sun in the Whitsundays
A big wave bowed me over, some water had rushed under my flippers and I was tipped into the surf. I came up spluttering and laughing, I turned around to look at my friends sitting on the beach, they were laughing too and Max had a camera. How funny.
We had been dropped of on a little deserted island in the Whitsunday’s, Australia and were there for 4 hours to do whatever we wanted. Of course there was the snorkelling which was brilliant. The wine we brought definitely left us with some memory loss and sunburn to take home as a long memory of the little outing haha.
We would just sit and lay under out "Hayman" logo umbrellas, drinking our warm wine and eating the goodies we'd taken from the staff diner for the trip. Ice meting in the esky at a rapid pace was a sign at how hot it was that day as we sat on the gorgeous, white, soft sandy beach.
Our view was looking back at Hayman Island. The Resort we all worked on. Today we felt like kings and queens and not staff for once. Like we were on our own luxury holiday. We all worked really long hours making guests feel like they were the most important people in the world, serving their every need and desire. We were the reason Hayman worked. With out staff it would just be a big, old, mouldy tropical resort run over with moss, wild vines and bird poo. To run such a large resort in such a tropical place took a lot of staff.
Today, we weren't staff, we were ourselves. We looked back at the island and were some how liberated from it. It's funny, living on an island your life kind of slows down in a weird way. We talked about island life making you go a little crazy if you didn't get away, but no one could ever really put their finger on what the changes were that happened. It wasn't that you went crazy, it was more that when you left and went away to anywhere else you were reminded that island life was not like any other type of living.
To be continued...
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A big wave bowed me over, some water had rushed under my flippers and I was tipped into the surf. I came up spluttering and laughing, I turned around to look at my friends sitting on the beach, they were laughing too and Max had a camera. How funny.
We had been dropped of on a little deserted island in the Whitsunday’s, Australia and were there for 4 hours to do whatever we wanted. Of course there was the snorkelling which was brilliant. The wine we brought definitely left us with some memory loss and sunburn to take home as a long memory of the little outing haha.
We would just sit and lay under out "Hayman" logo umbrellas, drinking our warm wine and eating the goodies we'd taken from the staff diner for the trip. Ice meting in the esky at a rapid pace was a sign at how hot it was that day as we sat on the gorgeous, white, soft sandy beach.
Our view was looking back at Hayman Island. The Resort we all worked on. Today we felt like kings and queens and not staff for once. Like we were on our own luxury holiday. We all worked really long hours making guests feel like they were the most important people in the world, serving their every need and desire. We were the reason Hayman worked. With out staff it would just be a big, old, mouldy tropical resort run over with moss, wild vines and bird poo. To run such a large resort in such a tropical place took a lot of staff.
Today, we weren't staff, we were ourselves. We looked back at the island and were some how liberated from it. It's funny, living on an island your life kind of slows down in a weird way. We talked about island life making you go a little crazy if you didn't get away, but no one could ever really put their finger on what the changes were that happened. It wasn't that you went crazy, it was more that when you left and went away to anywhere else you were reminded that island life was not like any other type of living.
To be continued...
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