Tulip Inn Bellagio
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Fitness/Health center
- Free parking
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... decided to go for pizza at the Hotel. It was fantastic and huge pizza so ordering one each (spicy meat and veggie) meant we had tomorrow's lunch sorted too! It was very cheesy and even Chris found himself removing additional cheese, which I decided to keep and feed to the cats. After dinner we headed into town to look for a bar but found most of the town deserted, it had been Independence Day the day before after all so expect the local population was having a quiet one. We fed ...
What a long week!!! Last Sunday was Silvio's birthday. We had cake and people over. Except they wanted to party late into the night, and I wanted to sleep for school! I laid awake from all the noise for 2 hours! Tuesday my cold came back so I stayed home from school. I have pretty much been coughing all week. Wednesday we had our first English class. I had to correct the teach multiple times. Then some students came up and wrote on the board. ...
... dunes. In the 90s The Washington Post called it one of the top ten beaches of the world creating a tourism boom. We see almost no roads below and it is a long way to any city.
Flying over Lencois Maranhenses is a total head trip. It encompasses roughly 1500 square kilometers, and despite abundant rain, supports almost no vegetation. Pockets of clear water are trapped in the sand. ...
... br> I'd brought with me a delivery for somebody at the hostel - a technical manual on mental health, complete with highlighted passages of import and instructions to hand it to the woman 'who always looks stressed and bad-tempered'. This I'd received from a lady in the Belem hostel, who'd assured me it would be received gracefully. Fortunately, I didn't make a mistake in identifying the irritable ...
... reflecting – not a good move after 12 months on the road.
Back in London I used to look forward to having my haircut, knowing that I would leave looking and feeling great having had an hour of witty banter and a great haircut. Here I was in fear, sitting in front of someone who didn’t speak any English, except for it later emerged, the word beautiful, trusting him with my hair and thus my appearance, a trust that normally takes years to develop, ...