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Scorpions and Electrocution
A review of Sol Pelicano resort in Cayo Largo Cuba
Just look at those luxurious chairs...
My girlfriend and I were there January 24th to January 31st in rooms
4313, then 4427. If those of you who were there during that time can't
tell who we are by the room numbers alone, keep reading. You'll
definitely recall us by the end of this review.
Rooms - Ours was 4313. Shabby and run-down with positively the cheapest
possible furnishings. Two twin beds pushed together. The patio chairs
were of the dollar store variety. The rooms were indeed spotless though.
I've always said that clean matters most of all, and it does - but SOME
quality in the contents of the room would've been nice. Later on, we
were upgraded to a suite (4427) which was again very clean, with an
actual king bed, and this time had a second TV and fridge in the now
separate living-room. But though the furnishings and appointments in
this suite were improved over room 4313, I still would class it well
below the most basic room at the 4.5 star Riu Playa Turquesa, which I
had visited just months before in August 2013. I was expecting a hard
bed and true to form, the one in this suite was pretty hard. But in the
cheaper room 4313, it was positively rock solid and positively
unsleepable. (Yes, that's a word I just made up.)
Read the rest on: TripAdvisor.com
Literary Gold from 2010
"Dad, will you tuck me in?" She asked as she climbed up into her bed. It
was a captain's bed and so was raised up a little higher than a typical
bed. Because by now I was usually exhausted after a long day of work, I
really hated this part of each day. Ideally my kids, Ellie and Nik,
would just wander into their beds by themselves without any assistance
from me, but I wanted to be perceived as a "good father" by whatever
unseen force was out there that keeps me filled with fatherly guilt.
So I said, "Of course, honey." And made a big show of tucking the
blankets tightly underneath her as she giggled happily, until when I was
done, she resembled a cocoon, or a cigar...
"Dad, and will you tell me a story?" and she gave me the eyes that I'm
sure are so hard for fathers anywhere in the world to resist.
"OK," I said. "but after that I am outta here or else I will have to
smash you to smithereens." I don't know where I got this bad habit, but
ever since my kids were young, I threaten them with the most horrible
statements, so much so that both kids are now inured to it as far as I
can tell. "I swear to god if you don't eat your carrots I will stab
you..." It sounds worse than it is, I probably thought it was funny at
"OK, give me a minute to think here." I said "OK, there was once this
man. He was 43-years old and his name was dad..." I started all of my
stories this way because it gave me a few extra seconds to rack my
brains for a topic. We all have rituals we go through and Ellie was used
to this one. She waited patiently for me to get this preface material
out of the way. She waited for me to get rolling...
"And you'll never guess how many children, this dad had - he had two of
them...and their names were Kelly and Rick!" This was an old joke,
picking children's names that perfectly rhymed with their names.
"Anyway, the dad was very sad because his children were very bad..."
"Dad!" she said, looking at me with more disgust than a 9-year-old
should be able to muster, "tell a REAL story."
"Fine. Fine. This dad of course drove to work each day on the curvy road
that ran along side of the Otonabee river. Early one morning, there had
been a cold snap the night before that hadn't quite thawed yet in the
early morning sun, and the road was icy, especially in the corners. The
dad, who had driven back and forth on this road literally hundreds of
times, was as usual driving pretty fast (he was the only person on this
road at that time of day) cutting across into the oncoming lane in the
corners to maximize cornering efficiency, and like always, he had his
music turned up - the dad had always thought that it was a lovely way to
the start the day...when all of a sudden he hit some black ice at the
worst possible moment, right where he had to make a hard right in order
to avoid the deep water and stay on the road. The tires slipped totally.
The dad attempted to steer ineffectually, and the car fairly shot out
over the pathetic excuse for a safety embankment before becoming
airborne for a moment and then plunging into the freezing river. Um, did
I mention it was winter?"
"Dad, what's black ice?"
"It's just really slippery ice that you can't see until you are already
slipping on it... so as I said, the car plunges into the freezing,
frigid, icy water, but the man doesn’t! He flies right out the side
window (which he had open to better enjoy the fresh and cold winter
air...I forgot to say the window was open..." I was warming to the story
now and actually knew what was going to happen so I could have fun
"Anyway, instead of flying into the water, the dad flies up! Then he
turns in a circle, and does a couple of loops, flies left and right, and
barely has time to realize that instead of drowning he is actually
flying, before he loses control and ends up flying straight down into
the water, just as surely as if he really meant to go in there!"
"The dad tenses as he hits the water. He once did a polar bear dive and
he knew that the water would take his breath away (and very likely even
stop his heart completely) but this time the water did not feel cold at
all. I mean, the water was still very cold, it was just that the dad
couldn’t feel it. The next thing he knew, he realized that he could
still breathe! He could breathe underwater!
So with all that realized, the dad swam around underwater breathing in
the fresh cold water instead of air, and after a minute he flew back up
out of the water and back on the shore. He didn’t know yet what to do
with the car, but he was soaking wet and felt that he should do
something with his clothes so he carefully took them off until be was
completely bare naked and began to wring them out. Of course, no sooner
was he completely naked than a priest and a bunch of nuns came right
around the corner!" Ellie gave no indication that it was at all unusual
that a gaggle of nuns would be walking along the river early on a cold
December morning. "The nuns walked right past the dad and didn't even
see him! Know why?"
Ellie had that disgusted look again. "He was invisible. Dad, these are
the same super powers we were talking about at Costco two days ago."
Because two days ago, I was eating a quality balanced dinner of hot dogs
and poutine with the kids (hot dog and a drink for only a buck and a
half?! That's value!) and the fact that Nik is a six-year-old boy meant
that we had to spend a goodly amount of time fantasizing about which
superpowers we would have if we could only have one.
"Yes, he was invisible! So of course, you know what he did next.”
Ellie rolled her eyes as only young girls can do and said..."Next, he
went to all of the major banks and stole millions of dollars, just like
you said you'd do if you could be invisible...Those superpowers sound
exactly like the superpowers we talked about the other day. And you can
only have one!
It's nice that my kids don't balk when I tell them that I am going to
steal millions of dollars in cash, but freak out when I exceed my
arbitrarily allotted number of superpowers.