Holiday - Rugby and some serious flashing by 'moi'!

Some stuff we did while on holiday. I left out the nasty bits about food-poisoning as I already think that it brought me and Boyfriend to a level in our relationship that I'm going to need serious counselling for. I don't even like going to the loo if he's in the flat...

Rugby - the world cup final between England and RSA took place on Saturday night. It was a good game but it's difficult to relax when you have to sit and be prepared to grab the key from Boyfriend and r u n back to the room praying you'll get the key in the lock quickly enough. England lost but I had other things on my mind so I was not too upset. As far as the running to the loos; turned out we were not the only ones who needed a quick "getaway"...

Sal Sightseeing - A Saturday spent in a jeep with an ever smiling guide. Honestly, he only had 2 facial expressions; a big, big smile and a super big smile! He took us around the island and told us about the things we saw. We also went to a salt??? (I didn't listen at this part) where they extract salt from seawater and we had a swim in one of the salt lakes. It's just like swimming in the Dead Sea (I've never been but that's what they say) and it was a funny feeling to just float around like that. I wore an old-ish bikini as I didn't want my new ones damaged by the salt and somehow while walking from the salt lake to the showers it succeeded in untying itself on my right hip hence falling halfway off. I've never had such quick reactions before nor will it ever, hopefully, happen again but I probably showed a few people that I am a natural blonde. I was, funnily enough, not as embarrassed then as I would be only 2 days later. (read on)

The Beach - No, not the crap film/book! Imaging the perfect beach. Santa Maria has it. Clear water that is turquoise coloured and the sand is white and really really fine. The sand is a bitch to get off your body but so be it - the sand in my ear is starting to annoy me a bit though. There are a few dogs running around but they seem nice. No dog-whispering at this time as I have a record of being bit/attacked by badly behaved/stray dogs and with no proper hospital close by. Sod's Law would have me mauled by the friendliest and un-rabid dog there is.

Anyway, on the Monday we went down to the beach to have a swim as we felt strong and brave enough to be so far away from a loo and both of us had had a night of uninterrupted sleep. We got our kit off (well, down to bikini and shorts) and as the waves were massive I said - and this is not because I'm a coward but because I've been brought up by the sea and have enormous respect for it - 'that since the waves are so high and strong (sounded like thunder), I'm not going further out than to my knees.'

Boyfriend laughed but shrugged his shoulders as he knows how stubborn I am and into the water we went. The waves were fun and strong. I had my bikini securely fastened. A wave that was slightly bigger than the previous ones came towards us and lifted me up, up, up and brought me real close to the beach. I laughed and thought it was awesome. On my way back out - a little further than knee depth (4 inches deeper) an ever bigger wave came at us and I thought it'd carry me just like the other one but noooo sireee;

It slammed down on me and I was sucked under by the undertow which was scary as shit and dragged me along the bottom of the sea and hence scraping my tummy, breasts - oh, my breasts (especially the left one)! - on the fine sand. I was under for about a second or two but it felt longer as I had lots of thoughts running through my head such as; "don't breathe in despite having had all air pushed out off you!", "Get up but make sure there's not another wave right on top of you dragging you under again!" etc. and the strangest thought of all: "I wonder if this is what it's like to be in a washing machine!" Say what?!

I came up laughing, as it was kind of funny in an unfunny way, clutching my tummy and breasts (it hurt) only to discover that my bikini top wasn't exactly where it was supposed to be so I flashed the whole beach - I'm not too big on the whole topless thing. While standing there laughing and trying to "adjust" things, yet another wave crashed into me and this one sent me flat on my tummy and pulling down my bikini bottom. Hence making me flash my arse while I'm , yet again, scraping my tummy and breasts on the sand!

Boyfriend was pissing himself at the same time as he was coughing after having inhaled/swallowed water - which made me laugh even worse. You all know what such salty water does to an already upset stomach, right? The idiot had gulped down a couple of mouthfuls. I got out off the water to walk up to our clothes and the next few waves seemed to try and snap my ankles off leaving me to stagger in a very unfashionable way for a girl in a bikini. I managed to get up safely, still laughing - out of embarrassment for flashing the whole fuggin' beach.

My hair was a mess and I realised that the wave(s) had torn off the rubber band that held my ponytail in place. I did not get back out there but we watched the others for a while and I was amazed to see that some parents let their kids play where the undertow was at its strongest. I'm by no means a petite person and if it can push me off my feet then imagine what it can do to a little kid...

Crazy shit albeit fun in a scary kind of way.

Apart from sitting by the pool and swimming, this is pretty much al we did. We went to have a nice relaxing holiday and that's what we got despite being a bit "off". I'd definitely go again but use a different type of bikini while wave-riding...