When you go on holiday, you expect the local culture, the sight-seeing, the beautiful weather, maybe the delicious and thrilling unexplored food to be most memorable. Not for Tom and I, on our Thomson all-inclusive package holiday to the trashily-named but unexpectedly classy Hurghada hotel, the Jaz Aquamarine. No, for us, an unassuming but exceedingly lovely house-keeper, aged 30, with the name of Arafa, who patiently repeated time and time again, Arabic and Egyoian phrases so that we could delight and confuse the other staff that we encountered. Every day, we’d return home to find another ‘surprise’ on our bed. Seriously, all but the most emotionally anorexic (or the Russians, a race of people for who smiling looks like it physically pains them) couldn’t fail to be amused by the latest delivery of towel art.
Here are some of our favourite:
And the piece de resistance:
When we got back to our hotel room, the lights were off and the TV was on. Who was in our room?!!
For anyone who’s looking for a holiday upon which they return home at least a stone heavier (you can’t go more than 20 paces without encountering some sort of food station, whether that’s the waffle-stand, ice cream area, buffet, pizza hut or sandwich stall), whizz down 45′ scary as hell waterslides, soak up sunshine by one of the dozen or so swimming pools or have their own works of art to come home to every afternoon then you’d better book yourself a holiday.
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