Naked dancing, flower petal baths and missing persons

Ready for a tenuous link? Well here goes...

I met Chris nearly thirteen years ago in a nightclub in Manchester.

The first time Madonna ever performed in Britain was at this nightclub

The song Madonna sang was Holiday

I am now going to write about holidays.

Ta daah! *takes a bow*

As the song goes:

If we took a holiday,

took some time to celebrate,

just one day out of life,

it would be, it would be so nice.

And they are nice aren't they? Holidays? Well on the whole... I'd steer clear of Malta though - we made that mistake last year.

Towards the top of the list of holidays has to be Thailand. Bangkok was a bit ropey but we were jet lagged, incredibly tired and we only had one day there but Koh Samui was brilliant. It rained for the majority of the holiday which was a bit of a bugger but the up sides more than made up for the downs. There was a beach party one night (the half moon party - I suspect that this was a rip off of the full moon party but fun all the same) There were pick up trucks collecting people and Chris & I jumped on one of these with Sophie and Nathan - a couple we met in the swimming pool - and trolleyed off into the hills. Half an hour later after winding through woods and hills we pulled up on a rough piece of ground which opened onto a small bay. There was a huge fire in the middle on the beach and to one side a massive, colourfully lit up pyramid. Music boomed out across the beach and there was a make shift bar on the other side where we stocked up on vodka redbulls. We danced right the way through till dawn and watched the sun rise out of the sea.

On the other side of the day the sunset at Cafe Del Mar in Ibiza was quite special - granted the sunsets weren't brilliant when we were there but the place itself a unique experience. Last time we were in Ibiza another place that we discovered was Bambuddha Grove. http://www.bambuddha.com/ Stunning food and amazing music. We left feeling like we had just had a three hour massage.

In Bali we fed giant fruit bats Coca Cola. Chris and I also shared a couples massage. It was an odd experience to say the least. Starting with the elasticated disposable knickers - not flattering but at least you maintained a shred of dignity. The two Balinese ladies giggled all the way through. We lay on our respective massage tables and the massage began. 

After a long and thorough massage the ladies daubed us with some kind of tropical porridge and then rubbed it into our skin thus providing an all over exfoliation. After a good rubbing one of the ladies giggled and ushered us both - in our paper and elastic knickers - towards a bath. A bath, I might add that was large enough for two, filled with luke warm water and oils and with flower petals floating on the surface of the water. They left us in the flower bath with a refreshingly cold lemon and ginger tea and exited the room. This is when the giggles began. And continued for the next ten minutes quite uncontrollably. The whole experience was finished off with a naked dip in an outdoor jacuzzi accompanied by a glass of water flavoured with cucumber. That was the only massage I have ever had.

Our first holiday together was nearly twelve years ago and we went to California. Chris knew someone at Sony records who knew someone in San Francisco who had two friends who rented a room in the Mission district of the city. We were collected from the airport by the friend of the Sony woman who drove us at break neck speed down the freeway and into the city where she deposited us in the kitchen of a couple with a room. One was French, the other was Brazilian, they gave us a set of keys, showed us our room and told us to use the house as our own before buggering off out for dinner. San Francisco was cool - aside from the day that we got off the subway at the wrong station and when we asked a policeman directions they warned us to hang on to our bags. Very comforting. I lost a gold lighter that my brother had given me for my twenty first birthday in a night club called Universe.

We left San Francisco and headed south via Santa Barbara and LA and eventually found ourselves a few days later in San Diego. Here was another odd meeting - the woman that worked at American Express travel in Manchester where we bought our flights had a cousin in San Diego. We turned up in La Jolla and were welcomed by Peter, his Chinese boyfriend Stan and Peter's six year old son. We stayed there for four nights with complete strangers who were absolutely wonderful and treated us like best friends. They took us shopping, we all went for sushi, they tried to take us to a nudist beach which I politely declined and they barbecued for us. The highlight as far as I was concerned was the night at the club on the Mexican border. There was a fierce drag queen on stage and a competition. I entered the competition. To be a competitor I had to walk on to the open air stage in front of about two hundred drunken queens in nothing but my underwear. I then climbed into a glass shower cubicle where I was soaked in cold water and just to complete the hideousness I then danced for the screaming (baying?) crowd. I came second. I did not win $100. There was no second prize.

My final story this evening is thus: Picture the scene... An art deco hotel in Miami's South Beach. A restless night's sleep for Chris. I arise from my slumbers to Chris's saying - I don't understand how we leave Miami in four hours, get a connecting flight in New York and arrive in Manchester two hours ago when my dad will be waiting for us. In short we had not taken back the hire car, we had missed our flight to New York and subsequently our flight to Manchester, Chris's parents were panicking and by this point routing through our personal belongings back home and my parents had registered us on a missing persons list in the Miami Dade area. Utter chaos had ensued back in England. The outcome - four more days in Miami. In hindsight a good result all round.