Having a cold one on the way back from another trip with customers out to our factory in Germany. Yes the sun does shine over there and probably even more than it does in the UK
Thursday 26 May 2011
Sunday 15 May 2011
Sani Beach Gourmet Week
Unbeknown to us when booking, 13-22 May is a special event at Sani Beach. Some of Greece's top chefs visit and takeover the restaurants around the Marina providing a tasting menu showing off their skills at a price that would be vulgar of me to mention.
Tonight we are eating at Tomata which won the accolade last year of being one of the top 25 restaurants in Europe. Looking forward to our last night's dinner in style.
Sani Gourmet Week
In the meantime those pesky ball swatting types mentioned earlier in the week have gone home - hurrah - only to be replaced by an even bigger and more gauche group - boo. If you are seriously thinking of coming to Sani Beach, I would strongly advise against picking a "tennis week".
Lovely view at breakfast however with not a tennis racket in site.
This was followed by a 2 mile walk to the otherside of the resort before 9am and not a sole in site.
Last day tomorrow so will be taking every opportunity to see how red I can get my legs and other bits!
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Tonight we are eating at Tomata which won the accolade last year of being one of the top 25 restaurants in Europe. Looking forward to our last night's dinner in style.
Sani Gourmet Week
In the meantime those pesky ball swatting types mentioned earlier in the week have gone home - hurrah - only to be replaced by an even bigger and more gauche group - boo. If you are seriously thinking of coming to Sani Beach, I would strongly advise against picking a "tennis week".
Lovely view at breakfast however with not a tennis racket in site.
This was followed by a 2 mile walk to the otherside of the resort before 9am and not a sole in site.
Last day tomorrow so will be taking every opportunity to see how red I can get my legs and other bits!
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Saturday 14 May 2011
Tigers v Saints - a neutrals view
After the game a friend of mine text me the following
David wrote "When the two players embraced at the end of the match the commentators said that this is what is special about the game of rugby. Absoloute bullshit - this disgraceful thuggery was a very sad day for rugby and Leicester should be ashamed to be in the final."
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David wrote "When the two players embraced at the end of the match the commentators said that this is what is special about the game of rugby. Absoloute bullshit - this disgraceful thuggery was a very sad day for rugby and Leicester should be ashamed to be in the final."
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Rugby cheats unfortunately sometimes prosper
Congratulations to Leicester on reaching the Premiership Final this afternoon.
2 people however should be ashamed of their performance - Tuilagi, Leicester's promising young centre and Mr Barnes one of the so called referees who needs to grow a pair of balls and show a red card even if it is at Leicester.
This is the most blatant punch I have seen all season.
Shocking behaviour at Welford Road
I trust that it will not go unpunished and Mr Tuilagi can kiss any hope of this years world cup goodbye.
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2 people however should be ashamed of their performance - Tuilagi, Leicester's promising young centre and Mr Barnes one of the so called referees who needs to grow a pair of balls and show a red card even if it is at Leicester.
This is the most blatant punch I have seen all season.
Shocking behaviour at Welford Road
I trust that it will not go unpunished and Mr Tuilagi can kiss any hope of this years world cup goodbye.
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Friday 13 May 2011
The Difference a Day makes at Sani Beach
At long last the Grecian sun has dared to put in an appearance. And what an entrance, from 6am until 8pm not a cloud in the sky. Just check out this photo to the one I posted a couple of days ago from the beach bar.
Mrs CT is on her second mojito of the afternoon.
There will be some very red people at breakfast tomorrow including Mrs CT and myself
Strange goings on this morning in the pool.
At least this lot had the decency not to bring their gear to breakfast unlike those pesky tennis type people. One more mention of "yah the subtlety of my drop shot was so good" and I will not be held responsible for my actions or mouth.
Do you remember Polish Patricia from last year? My early evening beer seller. Well this year I have Karen from, would you believe Scotland!
I can understand all the girls from Czech, Russia, Ukraine, Poland etc wanting to get away for the summer and work somewhere nice and hot. Come to think of it, not a bad decision Karen.
Due out earlier tonight as we have managed to get another booking at the Italian to replace the washout from earlier in the week.
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Mrs CT is on her second mojito of the afternoon.
There will be some very red people at breakfast tomorrow including Mrs CT and myself
Strange goings on this morning in the pool.
At least this lot had the decency not to bring their gear to breakfast unlike those pesky tennis type people. One more mention of "yah the subtlety of my drop shot was so good" and I will not be held responsible for my actions or mouth.
Do you remember Polish Patricia from last year? My early evening beer seller. Well this year I have Karen from, would you believe Scotland!
I can understand all the girls from Czech, Russia, Ukraine, Poland etc wanting to get away for the summer and work somewhere nice and hot. Come to think of it, not a bad decision Karen.
Due out earlier tonight as we have managed to get another booking at the Italian to replace the washout from earlier in the week.
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Thursday 12 May 2011
Why do you need a Tennis Racket at Breakfast?
For those of you who have been reading this blog since last year will know I am prone to the odd rant. Well here is this year's.
The hotel we are at has some superb sports facilities including 10 or so tennis courts. As residents of the hotel at present is a large group of 50 people who play tennis, from one of the home counties. They are on a weeks coaching course organised by a couple of Rupert & Rodneys who say "yah" and "lets do it" a lot and call everyone regardless of gender "guys".
The majority of this group are ladies in their mid forties who when in the UK "do lunch", not a lot else and treat tennis as a social club. Why oh why do they need to bring their rackets to breakfast?
Is it so everyone else will know they are here for tennis? If so there are several other clues. The outrageously short pink pleated skirt which is losing it's battle to even cover ones arse let alone hide those thighs which would look good on a modern day Latvian Lady shot putter.
Talking loudly & incessantly about how one is improving ones ground strokes and volley techniques at every meal time is irritating.
Can I also point out that after a bottle or 2 of the local rose it is not a good idea to try and cop off with one of the aforesaid coaches who are probably only a year or two older than your eldest son not to mention that your husband, who probably paid for the trip, may not approve.
Don't get me wrong I have nothing against tennis (or ladies in their forties), well apart from the female grunting and that Scots bloke, but not 16 hours a day, every day. Leave your bloody rackets at the club or in your room NOT at breakfast.
Thank you!
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The hotel we are at has some superb sports facilities including 10 or so tennis courts. As residents of the hotel at present is a large group of 50 people who play tennis, from one of the home counties. They are on a weeks coaching course organised by a couple of Rupert & Rodneys who say "yah" and "lets do it" a lot and call everyone regardless of gender "guys".
The majority of this group are ladies in their mid forties who when in the UK "do lunch", not a lot else and treat tennis as a social club. Why oh why do they need to bring their rackets to breakfast?
Is it so everyone else will know they are here for tennis? If so there are several other clues. The outrageously short pink pleated skirt which is losing it's battle to even cover ones arse let alone hide those thighs which would look good on a modern day Latvian Lady shot putter.
Talking loudly & incessantly about how one is improving ones ground strokes and volley techniques at every meal time is irritating.
Can I also point out that after a bottle or 2 of the local rose it is not a good idea to try and cop off with one of the aforesaid coaches who are probably only a year or two older than your eldest son not to mention that your husband, who probably paid for the trip, may not approve.
Don't get me wrong I have nothing against tennis (or ladies in their forties), well apart from the female grunting and that Scots bloke, but not 16 hours a day, every day. Leave your bloody rackets at the club or in your room NOT at breakfast.
Thank you!
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Wednesday 11 May 2011
Only mad things and Englishmen go out in the midday rain!
No way were we going to stay in our room just because of a little rain. We are English and nothing will get in the way of our holiday.
So where to go when it is chucking it down? Well of course the nearest beach bar. Mrs CT had enough blankets to open a refuge and I packed the Kindle & iPad.
Please note that it is 11.00 in the morning and yes that is a brandy chaser that Mrs CT is enjoying with her coffee and in her coffee.
The rain eventually did abate allowing us to make a mad dash for lunch. Afternoon snooze soon ensued.
Having been fortunate to visit the holiday resorts of Bulgaria over the past 4 years courtesy of a generous friend with a villa, I am well used to seeing the vulgarity of the Bulgarian rich (mafia or otherwise). The question I have had is where do these people go on holiday?
Right here in the Sani Beach resort is the answer! Out of 200 cars in the car park, 180 must have BG plates. If that wasn't enough proof then the rarest of Mercedes, BMW & Audi models is also a giveaway. Cars with 6.3 litre engines and V10 written on the side you would not see in the UK.
The disproportionate numbers of porn stars and henchmen in the hotel is just like being in Sunny Beach. No explanations here but those of you that have been to Bulgaria will know what I mean!
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So where to go when it is chucking it down? Well of course the nearest beach bar. Mrs CT had enough blankets to open a refuge and I packed the Kindle & iPad.
Please note that it is 11.00 in the morning and yes that is a brandy chaser that Mrs CT is enjoying with her coffee and in her coffee.
The rain eventually did abate allowing us to make a mad dash for lunch. Afternoon snooze soon ensued.
Having been fortunate to visit the holiday resorts of Bulgaria over the past 4 years courtesy of a generous friend with a villa, I am well used to seeing the vulgarity of the Bulgarian rich (mafia or otherwise). The question I have had is where do these people go on holiday?
Right here in the Sani Beach resort is the answer! Out of 200 cars in the car park, 180 must have BG plates. If that wasn't enough proof then the rarest of Mercedes, BMW & Audi models is also a giveaway. Cars with 6.3 litre engines and V10 written on the side you would not see in the UK.
The disproportionate numbers of porn stars and henchmen in the hotel is just like being in Sunny Beach. No explanations here but those of you that have been to Bulgaria will know what I mean!
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Tuesday 10 May 2011
First day in the cloud (Sun)
So, first day in the wonderful Sani Resort, Halkadiki. Opened the curtains to heavy cloud but as usual we were not to be put off by this.
After being first at breakfast for 8.00 am (yes really), we set off for a good 2.5 mile walk around the complex and marina. All very good, apart from the semi darkness.
The cloud cleared a little and Mrs CT declared that a first visit to the pool and sun beds was in order.
Shorts and polo shirt for me as the temperature was a little chilly. Note the complete absence of any budgie smuggling speedos.
A quiet 3 hours slippedby helped by the free wi-fi and my iPad. At this point it should be remembered that the sun tan lotion had not even come out of the case - something I now wish I had remembered.
After a pleasant lunch of typical Greek fare and accompanying wine/beer a nice snooze on the sun bed was in order. At 16.00 the rising chilliness forced us to our room to continue our siesta in comfort.
Upon awakening I was reminded of something my mother use to tell me when on holiday as a youngster - "always put lotion on as the sun can burn you even if it is cloudy".
Mothers usually know best. I now have a head resembling a tomato and my legs are 2-tone red and white from below the knee.
On the upside I have just discovered "happy hour" in the main bar. Good times ahead!
Look into the picture carefully!
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After being first at breakfast for 8.00 am (yes really), we set off for a good 2.5 mile walk around the complex and marina. All very good, apart from the semi darkness.
The cloud cleared a little and Mrs CT declared that a first visit to the pool and sun beds was in order.
Shorts and polo shirt for me as the temperature was a little chilly. Note the complete absence of any budgie smuggling speedos.
A quiet 3 hours slippedby helped by the free wi-fi and my iPad. At this point it should be remembered that the sun tan lotion had not even come out of the case - something I now wish I had remembered.
After a pleasant lunch of typical Greek fare and accompanying wine/beer a nice snooze on the sun bed was in order. At 16.00 the rising chilliness forced us to our room to continue our siesta in comfort.
Upon awakening I was reminded of something my mother use to tell me when on holiday as a youngster - "always put lotion on as the sun can burn you even if it is cloudy".
Mothers usually know best. I now have a head resembling a tomato and my legs are 2-tone red and white from below the knee.
On the upside I have just discovered "happy hour" in the main bar. Good times ahead!
Look into the picture carefully!
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Monday 9 May 2011
Europe's most expensive bar - probably.
One Vodka & Tonic, one miniature bottle of red wine and one bag of peanuts - £14.05 - Kerching!
If Ryanair did daylight robbery etc etc
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If Ryanair did daylight robbery etc etc
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On Board Entertainment
Sandwiches consumed, wine drunk now settling down to the inflight movie - Harry Potter and the something or other.
On return flight we have got Little Fokkers
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On return flight we have got Little Fokkers
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Off to Greece
Front of the queue to board the flight.......how sad!
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Tuesday 3 May 2011
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