The pool is something else though, wrapping the full length of the hotel and with separate kids sections that even Indi can enjoy. We left the kids with the hotel staff at the pool and spent a quiet hour or so in the hotel lobby bar (ONLY JOKING).
Walking a couple of blocks to the beach later that night provided some hilarious light entertainment. Jo took Rory and Indi down onto the beach whilst I stayed to mind the strollers. Jo resisted one chaps attempts to move her somewhere else, even as he became increasingly animated. She was inclined to push the "it's a free beach, I'll stand where I like" argument even further except a black shadow fell over the top of here. Looking up, she realised that the ground crew for the local paragliding club had been trying to move her away from their designated landing spot. The black shadow was a panicked paraglider about to land on her and the kids. Jo abruptly exited stage left looking a little sheepish.
Dinner that night was a delightful assortment of dishes in a local eating hall, with Rory scoffing all manner of rice, satay, mango salad, and other stuff that he would not normally touch at home. Maybe the best way to put some weight on him is to simply keep travelling permanently. Now there's an idea ...
