The Best Thing About Hotels


I’ve just come back from a lovely break in Majorca with my family. It was our first holiday alone (all the other times we’ve gone with family or friends, this was just me, my wife and daughter) and was brilliant!!

Of course, we stayed in a lovely hotel. This was a bit of a home from home for me as my day to day work is as an accountant in a hotel. Every day, I see hotels running from the back-office, from orders to cooking, maintenance to payroll, but I never stopped to think about the housekeepers and the work they do. Oh sure, I work with them everyday and get on well with them, but because I don’t go in the rooms I don’t see the fruits of their labour. On holiday, I got reminded of the cracking job they do.

As this brings us to the nub of my post: The Best Thing About Hotels………. Coming back to your room after a tiring day doing whatever and finding the bed made nicely, fresh towels in the bathroom and the room tidy and smelling wonderful! We all hate doing housework, even the clean freaks who do it religiously would like to stop if they knew it would get done, it’s just such a stressful monotonous job! So when you go on holiday, you want to relax and not do those type of jobs.

I can think of nothing more relaxing than a clean room and remembering you don’t have to worry about making a mess because YOU don’t have to clean it! The rest of the holiday is just a bonus ūüôā

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Lethargy, Thy Name is Dan!


God, the feeling of utter boredom and cannot be bothered-ness (I know, nice new word created there) has made a home in my mind the last few weeks. Ever since handing in my notice pretty much.

So let me explain. I’m not generally one of those people who, when faced with impending departure from a job, sits back and say’s “Sod it”. Generally, when I’m leaving a place, it’s for a career move and although that normally goes hand in hand with more money, career is normally the way. This time, I’m leaving purely for financial reasons. Times are tough, I’m drastically unpaid in my current job and the management knows it. Again, not normally an issue, you part on amicable terms and everyone is happy.

The only difference here is the fact I like it here and I thought I was a valued member of the team. I have a good relationship with the management team and the managing director. So when I handed my notice in, I did expect them to fight to keep me. I understand times are tough and as the accounts manager, I know only too well the company’s financial position. But nothing came. All I got was a letter saying thanks and good luck. The MD hasn’t even been bothered to talk to me personally (which for a small company, I find quite upsetting). My manager did offer me ¬£x amount extra, but it was no more than a bog standard pay rise and to go with it, I would need to take on MORE responsibility and work! So not a pay rise, but a job restructure. I don’t want a new job, I want a fair wage for a damn good job I do (especially taking into account the fact I saved the company ¬£12,000 in my first 3 months).

So if they can’t be bothered, then neither can I.

Add to this my holiday is in a few weeks, my “get up and go” has definitely “got up and gone”. I cannot wait to get out to sunny Spain and sip away on a few cerveza with my good friends we’re going with. My little girl is much older now than when we took her to Egypt. This is either going to make things a lot of fun as she’ll be able to play a lot more, but can also make for relaxing times to be few and far between. When we were in Egypt, she was only 6 months old and was happy chilling in her pram while we went out at night etc. Now she is 17 months, I can’t see her being quite so content to sit in her pram while mummy and daddy enjoy a nice meal.

So all this combined has brought me to the conclusion that I need to chill out now. Combine that to my new addiction to Google+ and you have a very lethargic and “cannot be bothered” Dan.

Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt – The Pictures


Ok, so after the disaster of my beloved iPhone 4 screwing me over by deleting my saved holiday blogs, I’ve accepted I will NEVER remember all the details of this fab family holiday. Bit gutted as I wanted to do the whole¬†“Egypt Holiday: Day 1”¬†blog thing.¬†I do, however, have photos of the holiday. So what I’ll do is post these up here with a short blurb about each one and if this jogs my memory then I’ll elaborate. I’ll also try to keep them in chronological order as best I can:

The perfect way to start the holiday! There’s something about a pint of Beck’s Vier at 9am that just puts you in the right for flying

She was awake pretty much all the way there. But throughout a 5 hour flight, she only cried a total of about 40 minutes and most of that was due to hunger. On the way home, she slept the entire flight. Such an angel.

I think you’re a little young angel! (she was sucking the condensation from the tin as it was baking on the plane, before anyone starts yelling child abuse!)

I had to throw this one in, purely as I think it’s a cute picture of us

¬†The sight of Naama Bay shopping bit. The first few days of the holiday were spent round the beach/pool doing not a great deal, which is fine. But I prefer going out and investigating places. So I managed to talk my whole family in getting a mini-bus thing from our hotel to Naama¬†bay. We get there and my brother is being a miserable sh*t, moaning at every opportunity. We look for food and my sisters kids want to go to Hard Rock Cafe¬†(hardly Egyptian cuisine in my mind!) so we agree. 10 minutes in there and my little nephew is throwing up all over the table (not a great traveller, bless him) so my sister and her brood leave early. We finish our “meal” then my brother announces¬†it’s too hot for his little boy and they disappear. This leaves me, my wife and child and my mum and her partner. Perfect! Finally, we get to do some shopping, mooch around the town, have a nice drink and it finally starts feeling like my holiday.

Shisha cafe’s in Naama Bay

This photo is very special to me. This is a photo of the very first time my daughter ever really cuddled up to me and the first time she ever fell asleep in my arms.

Teaching my nephew a few moves on the beach. He so desperately wants to learn a form of martial arts (he loves all these fighting cartoons etc.) I’ve told my sister to get him into muay¬†thai and when he’s older, I’ll move him over to san da

This guy was a regular on our beach. There were loads of little tiddlers swimming about in the shallows of the sea, so it must have been like a fisherman’s buffet for this guy.

So caring of the wife to stand in my sun. Jealous much that I was getting a better tan than her??

Zip-wire fun at our hotel. I have to say, the hotel we stayed in (Holiday Village Red Sea, in case you were wondering) was fantastic for families. Can’t knock a thing. We had a few little things when we first got there, but they solved the problems quickly and no fuss. Great service.

Manly pose……….

On the way to our quad biking adventure, we met a famous star from the past and my brother just had to get a photo………….. What do you mean “you don’t recognise him?” It’s Orvil the Duck!!!!! (I wish I could fly, right up to the sky…….)

All I need is an AK-47 and I’m sorted baby!

This was the view I had from my quad. The scenery on the Sinai peninsular is truly breath-taking. I honestly thought I was on Tatooine and expected to see R2D2 fly by me.

On the quad ride, we stopped off at a Bedouin camp for some light refreshments. The whole sitting on the floor thing was remarkably comfortable considering there is only a blanket thrown on the floor.

Tourist shot……… Sorry…….

My first Shisha¬†Pipe. And contrary to my wife’s thinking, you do NOT have to smoke tobacco in the shisha¬†pipe. We were sampling a lovely cherry flavour and was fantastic. I was with my brother, brother-in-law and mum’s other half, we’re all ex-smokers and all loved this, but didn’t in anyway want a cigarette. Lovely experience.

My first bit of REAL culture in nearly two weeks and it came at the end of my holiday.

The wife and I finally got out and had a love Egyptian meal outside of the hotel (well, she had pizza). Again, such a shame we only did this towards the end of our holiday.

In closing, it was an amazing holiday where I saw and did a lot, relaxed wonderfully and got to spend some great time with all my family. I did miss out on my holiday type where I would immerse myself in the country and avoid all touristy things, but Sharm El Sheikh was built for tourists, so you can’t expect much more from it. That being said, if you have kids, this place it amazing and the people are really friendly and honestly love kids. Go there!!

Holiday Disaster!


I have just come back from a lovely holiday to Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt (which explains why I’ve not blogged for a while). While I was out there, I used my iPhone to blog a few times and saved it as a local draft on my phone to sync when I got back home (serious lack of internet access out there). I attached pictures and everything.

I get back to Gatwick and switch on my 3G so I could upload them all. To my dismay, all of my holiday blogs had been erased! Christ knows what happened, this is the first major disaster I’ve ever had with my iPhone.

I will endeavour¬†to get some blogs and pics up of my travels and I’ll try to remember all the details……… But that’ll be problematic at best…..

Will It Never Stop?!


It’s now over 4 months since my little girl came into this world. As you know from my previous posts, this has not always gone so smoothly for me and “culture shock” would be an understatement! But as times gone on, things have gotten sooooooo much better.

I’m calmer now with her. This comes from my understanding of her needs and her growing up and not being such a blob (all new born babies are, you can’t deny it).

She’s becoming such a little character. She’s laughing at things, getting annoyed by things, learning so fast and is a total joy to have in my life.

But one thing is alluding us……. That infamous night of sleep!

 

Don’t get me wrong, we put her down at 8, dream feed at 11, then she goes through to about 3.30. Then we get her off and she stirs every half hour to an hour until 8. Not too bad really, but I’m dying for a full nights sleep. I think the missus is feeling it just as much (although she’s a total champ). My eyes feel like lead balloons, attention is zero and my energy levels are desperately low (and when you play rugby and fight san da, this can be a dangerous thing).

But we’re getting there. We have a holiday booked to Sharm El Sheik, Egypt at the end of September. That gives us 4 weeks to crack this night sleeping at get two weeks of peaceful bliss.

Wish us luck!!

Me and Anthropology


One of my favourite television programmes is Tribe. It’s about this guy, Bruce Parry, and he goes off and lives with all these different tribes around the world, learning their cultures, living their lives and generally trying, for a very small time period, to become one of the Trieb. If you’ve read my piece on Hunter-Gathers, you will know this is a dream of mine.

So I thought I’d do a bit of investigating. Turns out anthropology is the subject that covers all this sort of thing (study of people, cultures etc) and would be the way forward for me to chase after this aspect of my dream. And, lo and behold, the university of Southampton (my home city) actually runs this course!!! Perfect!!!

Until I read further.

I’d like to think I was¬†naive in thinking that it would be easy to sign up, study and fulfill a dream. But I think I was just deluding myself. Hoping beyond hope that it would say

X amount of A-Levels needed EXCEPT for Dan Wade who, obviously, wants this soooooo much he can join the course with just his accounting background and get some corporate backing for the adventures of a lifetime

Silly me………………….

Of course, like any uni course, certain entry criteria are needed. This one needs 3 A-levels graded ABB and a C in GCSE maths. I got the maths but no A-levels (through choice I may add). It’s not exactly a huge entry level. If I had stayed at college and not got bored, I would easily have hit this target. The knowledge of this frustrates me even more. Fingertips away from this pot of gold and my impatience and lack of attention scupper the whole thing.

So it looks like my dream is being put on hold a little longer. My travelling dream WILL come true, just another road to it seems to have been blocked. For now……..

Photo’s from Berlin


If you are a regular reader of my blog (and I do hope so of you out there would be), you’ll know I was married last year and ventured off to Berlin for my stag weekend. There were photos taken on this weekend and, after a long censoring process so as not to reveal any secrets of the Stag (as per Law of the Stag article 1) I’ve finally managed to get some up here.

Apologies for the quality of some of them as they were on camera phones and being handled by EXTREMELY drunken bums: