“Let’s do it!” says Vicky…
I look at her, she’s smiling at me.. making it almost impossible to resist.
I soon surrender. And within a few clicks, our travel agent upgrades us to Barceló Club Premium.
It was our first visit to Fuerteventura – the windiest of the Canary Islands.
How windy? You might ask.. Well, this windy.
On arrival to the Barceló hotel, we was introduced with a glass of Champers by the manager and promised VIP treatment throughout our stay – a service which comes exclusive to all Club Premium members.
We were then decorated with special wristbands, which provided access to the other Barcelo hotels on the Island, a list of branded spirits, beers and wines, a mini fridge (plus its contents) and the adults-only area – aka Club Premium.
I’d be lying if I said the service justified the VIP label, but the amenities certainly did.
The biggest problem I find when going All Inclusive, is that it’s far too tempting to stay within the complex and do nothing but get drunk and fat.
We could have quite easily gulped our way though the cocktail menu while lazing around by the pool all day. But after two days of laziness, we decided to leave the sunbathing to the Germans and head for the beaches of Sotavento – home of the Windsurfing and Kiteboarding World Cup.
Hundreds, like us gathered on the breezy shores to watch some of Earth’s best waterboarders compete in the Atlantic Ocean.
Admittedly, it wasn’t the most exciting sport to watch, but when you’re relaxing on an beachbed, in temperatures between 25-30°C, with a glass of Sangria, your best shades and snazziest trunks – who’s to complain.
On the way back we sneaked into the Meliá Hotel for a cheeky nose.. The grounds were stunning. I’d loved to have stayed longer but it was approaching dinner time and there was no way I was going to miss the Barceló barbecue – which is where Vicky got to try Lobster for the first time..
She wasn’t keen on the grilled Crustacean, but was quick to pinch a few of my shrimps after I’d dismantled the head and tails. Fortunately, there was an endless supply of fillet steaks and lamb legs for me to tuck into whilst working my way through the wine menu – so a missing prawn or two wasn’t going to ruin my day.
Jandía (south-west Fuerteventura) is a popular tourist spot for German people, which kind of means you can expect lots of nudity (and fluff) on the beaches…
Unfortunately, Vicky wasn’t impressed when I suggested stripping off in aid of ridding our white bits, but instead promised me a private showing later in the evening.. Wasn’t quite the same in the dark but at least I’d been saved from burning :)