Just got back from our first visit to Hedo 111. I suppose the fun started when we got the confirmation e-mail that we had actually gone and booked the trip. The next few months were spent trying to absorb as much information about the place as possible, including reading every single post on this forum. A little apprehensive to say the least, and this feeling of apprehension just grew as the date got closer.
I suppose the fun started when we boarded the plane to Montego Bay as we tried to second guess which of our fellow passengers were heading to Hedo . None as it happens. Then the inevitable question at immigration, “ Where are you staying?”
“Runaway Bay”, was the muttered answer. Why did I get the feeling that everyone in Jamaica knew exactly where we were going.
So from there into the Super clubs lounge. Now second guessing our fellow guests became much easier, though we still got a few wrong as they were dropped off at other resorts along the way. Then came the inevitable.
“Which resort are you staying?” asked the bus driver.
“Hedo”, came the whispered reply.
“Yo man, party people” came the ( too ) loud reply, followed by a banging together of knuckles in a friendly gesture. Made me feel old, I’m still used to shaking hands and never even got to the high five stage. Well, no escaping it now, everyone on the bus knew where we were heading.
And so we arrived at Hedo. It was funny to see all the remaining bus passengers crane there necks to try and get a better look. Perverts. J
I wonder if every newbie has the same questions flash through their minds upon arrival as we did, “I am going to be too old for this place.” “Am I way out of shape?” “ Does my butt look big in nothing?”
No problem, all shapes ages and sizes. Sorted.
Spent what was left of the day finding our way around, taking in the atmosphere, having a few drinks and getting ready for the evening. Well, that was the plan, but as usual, all best laid plans tend to go askew when alcohol is introduced into the equation. So, after a few cocktails of unknown alcohol content, it was back to the room, off with the clothes and into the hot tub by the quad pool. Lovely. A few more drinks, a quick change for dinner, back to the room, off with the clothes and by now we had enough dutch courage to head for the hot tub by the nude pool.
Now, I’ll state here, we had a lot of reservations about the hot tub by the nude pool. Previous posts on this forum had indicated a few concerns about the cleanliness and we have, in previous posts, asked whether these concerns were justified. The majority of replies ensured us that by the evening so many people had been in the hot tub that it was inevitable that there would be a lot of sunscreen making the water in the hot tub, shall we say, cloudy. Hmmm!! I would say murky rather than cloudy. You certainly couldn’t see more than two inches into the water. Still, reassured that it was just sunscreen, in we plunged. Opposite some guys were getting bj’s, and oddly enough we couldn’t watch as we felt we were intruding on their privacy. I still can’t figure out my reaction to that. If someone is indulging in a bit of exhibitionism, surely they want to be watched. Perhaps it’s just me.
Back to the murky water. Also in the hot tub were two single males, now, as I stated earlier, I had given the benefit of the doubt to those had tried to reassure me that the murky water was caused by on overdose of sunscreen and I would have been happy to accept that had the two single males had both hands above the waterline, but they didn’t. You decide.
A quick sharp exit.
To be continued……………….
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