Date Night, Bora Bora
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Thu 19 Sep 2013 22:57
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Date
Night
 When we went in this morning to pay our dues for
the week - a whole thirty five pounds and twenty nine pence - which neither of
us can get over, considering where we are. The chap said tonight was live music
and a nice menu, the skippers ears went up and he proposed a date night. Done.
Shopping taken home for tomorrows all day party, washed and dressed, it was back
to the pool for a cocktail – happy hour from five
till six..............
  Does it get much better than this ???
Only if the sun was out, but still, Marvelous.
 While I’m
here, I’ll just update my Apps. OK, no problem, I’ll go and take
some pictures.
 Maikai
Restaurant.
 The pool and
Bear.
 Beez behind the dive boats.
  Bear and his
Apps.
 
 Note, darkening
sky.
 Bear and his
Apps.
 
 If you sit here long
enough......................, the pool changes
colour.............
 ....................oh, so do Bear’s Crocs.........
 Time to
play. OK we’ll go
in. Thank you kind sir.
  Inside,
very nice, with high ceiling.
  “Would you like to sit next to the
pool”, “Oh that will be lovely as I haven’t seen it before........” Bear ordered
steak and a glass of red. I ordered crevette curry
and a side of Caesar salad. Said salad and Bear’s arrived. “Bon appetite”.
Plates cleared and desert menu came.
I was helpless.
I was completely helpless.
I was utterly and completely
helpless.
Couple that with the band being a
lone guitarist trying his best to sound like a fusion between Leonard Cohen and
Café del Mar...............
Bear wanted to go and find my curry
but the salad was plenty sufficient for now. No I wasn’t going to pay twelve
dollars for a brulee, and I was happy to go home for a game, so no coffee, thank
you. The bill came – the COMPUTERISED bill came showing my curry.
The waitress wanted to look
flustered, but, frankly, didn’t know how. So she simply went to the box on the
wall and took it off.................................
Well what a first.
Never, ever been anywhere where they
forgot my mains.
Back home, I lost and went to bed
with a lump of bread, butter and Bovril.
Sorry your date
night was a bit random.
No, after such a
day...................................
Just wonder how he’ll follow it
up...
ALL IN ALL WHAT COULD I
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