We went to check-out in the morning and since we had few suggestions on improvement, we mentioned those as well (they should clean the shower cabin also behind the shower door, there shouldn't be half-eaten candies from previous guests in the middle of the floor, it would be preferred to have the mugs and glasses washed after previous guests have used them to just mention few). Anyway the manager made 8 calls after hearing our complaints and yelled at half of his team in front of us. As compensation he cancelled all our restaurant bill for 4 days and suggested that we forget that "little problem" now and part our ways as BFFs.
Since we had to move to the east coast of the island, we decided to combine it with a daytrip and at 10am there was Preetam to take us to the adventure and nature park with 23-colored earth. We booked the 500-meter ziplines and Scott also the 350-meter Nepali bridge over the forest and valley. So, he crossed the bridge, where I was able to barely take 3 steps onto it. On the zipline we both took our rides, me carefully starting from the edge of the platform and Scott running himself off.
In addition to the adrenaline the park had already mentioned 23-colored earth, 2 waterfalls, few dopey tortoises and some tailless peacocks. As a bonus we saw a dog and one chicken.
After we arrived in the park, Preetam took off with our bags and promised to be back by 2pm. Who wasn't back by 2:25pm still, was Preetam. Scott called him and already at 3pm there he was, blaming the little "latening" with traffic. Trying to make it up to us, instead of taking the shorter road to Blue Bay, he took the "Know-Preetams-Village" route and later when we asked for a supermarket stop to stock up on drinks, cheese and crackers, he took us to the most disappointing store in the neighbourhood. With the wish to help us save money, I'd guess.
We had booked a sea view room on the beach in Blue Bay and that's where Preetam dropped us off. We went to the reception, checked in, took into knowledge that the promised pool is on the other side of the road and followed the girl to our room. To get to the room, we had to go through our private terrace, which was completely dark due to having a pine tree, dense as primeval woods right in front of it. Obviously it wasn't any lighter also in the room. The girl seemed satisfied that next pleased customers are well served, when it turned out that the mentioned customers are not pleased or satisfied at all. Since I'm not used to grope in the dark, I asked directly where our sea view was. It appeared that if we crouch or better yet, lie down on the floor, we can see some from under the branches. What followed was 15 minutes of negotiations, where it became clear that they have no room with actual sea view to offer and they also can't cut down the tree.
Since our idea of spending last view days of the vacation, wasn't feeling our way in and out of the room, we went down to the beach and started to check out every house that looked even remotely like an accommodation. Most of them turned out to be private homes, but thanks to my talkative husband they all got the picture of our situation and agreed that it's unfair to sell a cave under the tree as a sea view room. The luck didn't smile at us and we went to have dinner. Tuna that was supposed to be served with garlic butter had been overcooked and instead of the garlic butter it was accompanied by melted margarine. French fries were just reheated. Scott seemed to be quite happy with his palm heart tartalette and pizza.
We weren't yet ready to give up and spend three days in the cave, so we sat down in our reception (there was no wifi in the room) and tried to find something better online. And there it was - spacious room, sea view, breakfast and dinner included and only 200 meters from us. Price slightly higher than in the current den, but Scott told me that he would rather like his wife eating happily croissants at the breakfast table rather than finding her way with the help of the flashlight. So, we beelined to the hotel, where the receptionist assured us that he has the room, but still no sea view. He even showed us the room and the view. We considered the view of the pool better than no view at all, booked the room, ran back to the first guesthouse, packed our bags and moved into our three times bigger room with balcony.
Since we had to move to the east coast of the island, we decided to combine it with a daytrip and at 10am there was Preetam to take us to the adventure and nature park with 23-colored earth. We booked the 500-meter ziplines and Scott also the 350-meter Nepali bridge over the forest and valley. So, he crossed the bridge, where I was able to barely take 3 steps onto it. On the zipline we both took our rides, me carefully starting from the edge of the platform and Scott running himself off.
In addition to the adrenaline the park had already mentioned 23-colored earth, 2 waterfalls, few dopey tortoises and some tailless peacocks. As a bonus we saw a dog and one chicken.
After we arrived in the park, Preetam took off with our bags and promised to be back by 2pm. Who wasn't back by 2:25pm still, was Preetam. Scott called him and already at 3pm there he was, blaming the little "latening" with traffic. Trying to make it up to us, instead of taking the shorter road to Blue Bay, he took the "Know-Preetams-Village" route and later when we asked for a supermarket stop to stock up on drinks, cheese and crackers, he took us to the most disappointing store in the neighbourhood. With the wish to help us save money, I'd guess.
We had booked a sea view room on the beach in Blue Bay and that's where Preetam dropped us off. We went to the reception, checked in, took into knowledge that the promised pool is on the other side of the road and followed the girl to our room. To get to the room, we had to go through our private terrace, which was completely dark due to having a pine tree, dense as primeval woods right in front of it. Obviously it wasn't any lighter also in the room. The girl seemed satisfied that next pleased customers are well served, when it turned out that the mentioned customers are not pleased or satisfied at all. Since I'm not used to grope in the dark, I asked directly where our sea view was. It appeared that if we crouch or better yet, lie down on the floor, we can see some from under the branches. What followed was 15 minutes of negotiations, where it became clear that they have no room with actual sea view to offer and they also can't cut down the tree.
Since our idea of spending last view days of the vacation, wasn't feeling our way in and out of the room, we went down to the beach and started to check out every house that looked even remotely like an accommodation. Most of them turned out to be private homes, but thanks to my talkative husband they all got the picture of our situation and agreed that it's unfair to sell a cave under the tree as a sea view room. The luck didn't smile at us and we went to have dinner. Tuna that was supposed to be served with garlic butter had been overcooked and instead of the garlic butter it was accompanied by melted margarine. French fries were just reheated. Scott seemed to be quite happy with his palm heart tartalette and pizza.
We weren't yet ready to give up and spend three days in the cave, so we sat down in our reception (there was no wifi in the room) and tried to find something better online. And there it was - spacious room, sea view, breakfast and dinner included and only 200 meters from us. Price slightly higher than in the current den, but Scott told me that he would rather like his wife eating happily croissants at the breakfast table rather than finding her way with the help of the flashlight. So, we beelined to the hotel, where the receptionist assured us that he has the room, but still no sea view. He even showed us the room and the view. We considered the view of the pool better than no view at all, booked the room, ran back to the first guesthouse, packed our bags and moved into our three times bigger room with balcony.
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