For all you theme park fans who love to read trip reports about rides, shows and all the stuff that goes with it, today’s report will mostly be around golf, shopping and food. So….that’s good isn’t it?
Nobody was in any rush to get up today. This party lifestyle was taking its toll. More to the point, everyone was burnt to a crisp and the thought of spending another day lay in the sun was about as appealing as Piers Morgan.
On the plus side, the weather did look to be promising a little relief from the heat with some cloud and lower temperatures so I took an executive decision and, (are you ready?), changed the plan! The plan had me and Dad down to play golf tomorrow but with sunburn at the forefront of everyone’s mind I pulled it forward by a day, meaning the ladies would be sheltered inside whichever mall I could find to deposit them at.
Cruising the internet like a pro, I quickly found a golf course and a mall close enough to each other to work. Dad did a crazy thing and actually phoned the golf course to book rather than do it online, whilst everyone got ready. These quaint old traditions do need preserving I guess.
We left the house at 10.20 and arrived at the same mall we went to last night to eat at the Cheesecake Factory thirty minutes later. The females rolled from the still moving vehicle before we sped off to Rolling Hills for our 11.20 tee time. The chap in the pro shop who booked us in probably hadn’t been a Disney cast member earlier in his career. His disposition and cheeriness was that of a Remainer at a UKIP conference. He was so awful to us that Dad emailed a complaint in later, only to find it was the anniversary of his father’s death!! So we felt great about that, but really he shouldn’t have been working in those circumstances. That could only happen to us….
We were clubbed and buggied up and out on time. My golf took a little while to warm up despite having played as recently as eighteen months ago. As with most places a man of my standing and good looks goes, leggy birds were not too far away…
and I was watching Dad for tips on how to get the thing to go in the right direction.
I got steadily better, as to be honest, I could not have got any worse, and on the back nine (see how easily I slip into the technical lingo) I managed three pars on the trot. For those non golfers, you should be worshiping me as some form of sporting freak.
Dad was blown away by the value of this offer…
and was seriously considering selling up and moving over here just to take it up. It’s basically £30 a month to play three courses as much as you like, unlimited time on the driving range, a beer with every round of golf and golf lessons. There hasn’t been a better deal since the one we’re definitely going to get from the EU.
To even things up, the golfing Gods restored my incompetence on the final hole so I finished in a blaze of glory with a humbling nine. I think I was getting tired!
I still managed to get round in less than 100, which for your average hacker who plays once a blue moon is almost respectable. If I played more than once a year I’d be dangerous.
We handed our stuff back in and went to have our free lunch which came with the round. It was a very acceptable chicken burger for me and chicken salad for Dad. Thoughts now turned to the absolute financial carnage Louise could have caused in the many hours she had been left unsupervised in the mall. This thought threatened my free lunch escaping so we quickly got into the car and sped back to the mall hoping we had some dollars left for the rest of the trip.
It was a narrow escape. There had been some buying, mainly for Rebecca, and the obligatory large candle that for reasons that escape me, we’d have to now transport around Florida and back over the Atlantic. It could have been much worse as the ladies had spent not an inconsiderable amount of time contemplating how to get a double bed back to the UK for Emily’s room. It was lovely apparently. See what happens when I’m not around to squash their hopes and dreams?
We left the mall as quickly as possible and after all those hours shopping the next thing we had to do was stop at a supermarket to buy stuff.
Two photos there just in case you were not familiar with what a supermarket is….
My notes say we bought bits. I really need to start a business up that specialises in bits. It is a very lucrative industry.
As Louise inevitably visited the pharmacy for some medical apparatus, cream or pill we did not yet carry, I did notice this…
Now I know it is blurry, but it boils down to the fact that you can order your repeat prescriptions via text. In the UK you have to submit, in person, a written document, notarised by your local MP between the times of 9.00 and 9.03 on the third Tuesday of a month beginning with H, and the receptionist can still use it for toilet paper if they don’t like the cut of your jib.
We eventually finished buying bits and headed home. I think it was the nine on the final hole but I felt really rough when we got there. I resorted to lying down for an hour whilst everyone got ready and that seemed to do the trick. It also meant that for once I didn’t have to wait for an age having got ready myself, after being told “I’ll only be five minutes now” by Louise.
Having figured out that the free bus service stopped about six feet from our front door, we wandered there and waited for a few minutes until it turned up.
Dusk is a lovely time in Florida wherever you are it seems.
The bus ride was only a few minutes and after alighting we wandered down Ocean Boulevard to Daiquiri Deck.
We were immediately seated over looking the Boulevard.
Cocktails were ordered by all, except Mum, with this being my first of the trip.
If only I had written down what it was!!
We started things off with a shared Hummus platter and Nachos for appetisers.
Then we all had…
Emily – Chicken Caesar Wrap classily garnished with half a bottle of ketchup.
Louise – Siesta Burger
Dad – Shrimp and Scallops
Me – Ribeye (I am officially shite at taking these photos. In my defence, I have to do it very quickly as everyone is gagging to dig in!)
Mum – Chicken Fajita Wrap
The food was just OK to be honest. The location and cocktails are the main reasons to visit here I think. Whilst we were eating we saw the one and only sight of rain of the holiday (shocking for an August visitor) in a torrential downpour.
It only lasted about ten minutes and was all done by the time we were ready to leave. We had a wander around for a bit and found a bar with a live band so we went in there and had a drink whilst watching.
They were pretty good, despite playing a load of songs we’d never heard of. Having rocked out until the early hours, if early hours means 10.30, we left looking for a bus. Instead we flagged down one of the many free ride services that operate on the island. They are typically golf cart style things with fairy lights and a hippy driver and they are free other than a tip. She delivered us to our door and I gave her ten dollars, having no clue if that was enough or too much.
We were in by 11pm and sleeping within minutes.
Till the next time…..
2 thoughts on “To Siesta Key…And Beyond Tour 2017 – Day Eight April 18th 2017”
Bolton must catch up!
Here in London, I’ve been able to put my repeat prescription request in online for around 3 years; the items are usually waiting for me at my chemist at the top of my road later that day 🙂
To be fair, yes I *can* order online, but the faff to set that up was horrific and for those without a degree in astro physics it is in person or nothing at all. 🙂