A quick call to 0 will summon forth the previously mentioned Georgi and his Club Car buggy. Destination – anywhere we want on the complex. Oh yes, no more hill climbing for me in search of sustenance.
After my small complaint yesterday re the elevation above our apartment that the restaurants are, I have discovered that our “private suite” status comes with more perks than I first envisaged.
On a roll from this discovery I enquired about the status of the fully stocked mini-bars (yes really 2, one in the lounge and one in the bedroom for when you really cannot be arsed to walk to the first one). “As you are in a private suite, the contents of the mini-bars are yours to enjoy as part of the package”. Sod being 30m from the pool bar I now have beer at the end of the bed!
Perhaps I should now enquire as to why there isn’t also a bar in the bathroom. Or is that just taking it too far?