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An Exercise in Moistness
Now, if I had to describe our overall Center Parcs experience in one word, I’d have to choose “wet”. Going in March meant that we were definitely exposed to the risk of the heavens opening, and they did so regularly, meaning that cycling involved flying mud of the like I’ve not seen in years.
But on top of that we also spent more time than might be considered strictly necessary in the subtropical swimming paradise, drinking down 100% of our RDA of chlorinated water, and taking the opportunity to bruise every possible extremity on the walls of the white water rapids.
All of this, I have to say, I have loved.
Now, I’m not a great swimmer – I can just about crawl, tread water and breaststroke to an acceptable degree – but I do love messing about in the water.
Swimming itself, mind, bores me enormously. It doesn’t provide the sort of lengths I’m interested in after all, but add some verticality and splashiness and I’m in heaven.
And, like the gym changing room, such environments are a great leveller. I certainly saw enough sagging fatty flesh to make me feel quite good about myself, but I was also pleasantly surprised to find a great many DILFs and “up and coming young hotties” (as Other Rob puts it) to cause more than a few distracted moments.
Posted on March 7, 2009 | Filed Under Holiday Excess
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