Outside

A good night was had last night. The food was delicious and our table was made up and garnered with flowers and leaves. We were each given a glass of pear champagne. At the end of the meal we were presented with a cake with happy anniversary written in French on it.
Because it was a chocolate cake, and June doesn't like chocolate cakes, and I am not allowed them, we ate the slice that the waiter cut for us, and shared the rest with the other customers.
Afterwards we met up, again, with Norma and Lewis for a drink in the bar. This time however, we didn't stay long, as we were all tired.
It is amazing how doing virtually nothing can tire one out.
As I write this on the balcony waiting for June to get ready so we can head down for breakfast, I see our Geordie friends already in situ at their spot by the pool.
I also see the food and beverage manager going about his business checking if all is well at the various bars. The staff here work ever so hard, and some for the most part do not have a day off. But they do seem genuinely happy at their work our dinner waiter, says he loves his job and just loves making the guests happy. He smiles all the time and always has a funny quip to say. When he finishes his work at night, usually around 2200 hrs, he heads off to the disco, which is situated 3 km. away.
So, today was our final day of the spa treatment. We know the routine now; into the hot room, kept hot but really hot water dripping from a Roman type pipe into a large bath, lie on a cushioned slab for a few moments, shower, and then have the seaweed paste rubbed our bodies and then get covered up in cellophane to lie and sweat the impurities out our system. Then shower again and then onto stage 2, which today was for me a Japanese Shiatsu massage, whilst June got the Mandala one. Finally today we completed the course with another Hydrotherapy bath.
Because our appointment was for later in the morning today, we didn't get up to our favourite eating establishment until nearer 1400 hrs. I do think that all the rich food last night is having a diverse effect on me, as I have a slightly upset stomach today.
To backtrack a tad, when we returned to our room after a simple breakfast of muesli sprinkled with poppy seeds and a bacon sarnie, it was pleasing to that our room had been made up and a small,white, linen table cloth had been draped over the two footstools and the bottom of our bed and festooned with flowers and green leaves.

A visit was made to the local eatery where were greeted with open arms and smiles. The usual repast was partaken thereof, but today our host provided us with a small bowl of a local delicacy called 'canolia' which appeared to be soft and delicious lamb's kidney in a gentle Harissa sauce. We topped this off with a cappuccino coffee and an espresso from the adjoining cafe . The few establishments on the small block appear to work in tandem with each other, as the bottled water ones from the place to the right. This was the first real coffee we have had since we got here. It is slightly annoying that a prestigious hotel such as the Oceana only has Nescafé.
We were late to the beach today, but that is fine, as we are well rested now, ready for week 2 of our trip.
We shall be leaving the hotel very early tomorrow morning, our bus picks us up at 0610 hrs, in route for a 2 day trip into the Sahara. I am unsure if the hotel we will be residing in overnight Sunday has wifi or not. So I may have to do a somewhat belated entry into my journal. Hopefully not though.
To conclude for today, I know I have never spent a week like this in my whole life. I have done nothing really, and yet I feel not the slightest bit guilty over that fact. I have never spent so much leisure time on a beach in my life, I usually shy away from such an activity, but even the couple of late afternoon hours that we were outsideon it today was pleasurable, I have so enjoyed just relaxing and writing this epistle.
Even the appearance of clouds in the sky does not detract from our pleasurable experience.