Wednesday 14 Mar
Pulau Langkawi, Malaysia
Will they paint my nails too?
Now I know I have been using the word 'stunning' a bit too much so I am at a loss as to what to use for The Four Seasons, Langkawi. Would spectacular, remarkable, gorgeous, first-rate and stupendous be over-doing it?
We have both never stayed anywhere so damn fine in all our lives. For those of you who don't know, our stay here was a gift from our outstanding ex-colleagues when we departed work last July and we have been hoarding it like a treasure for the very moment when dodgy hostels had reached saturation point.
Thank you, thank you, thank you guys.
From start to finish it was heaven. The whole place was a moorish inspired fantasy of flaming torches, infinity pools, dark wood and natural materials put together in a way that inspires one to want to stay forever. And the staff - from the personalised service (everyone learns your name) to fresh ice water & towels every 20 minutes in the gym, to 'oh you forgot your complimentary gym shoes/goggles/sun cream etc sir - no problem', to everyone from the gardener to the manager greeting us whenever we walked past - nothing was too much trouble. I could get used to someone bringing me iced water, fresh towels and popsicles every time I turn over at the pool. And I thought I got good service from Andrew! I think someone has some work to do!
If you're wondering what the title refers to, it is what Andrew (pedicure virgin) asked me when I suggested the couple's Footsies Treatment in the spa. I had a good laugh at that, 'no honey... unless you want them to'. Also amusing was noticing my brave, strong man grimace in pain during the pedicure. I mean please - try a bikini wax my friend. Then we'll talk about pain.
Anyway I could carry on forever about our time in the Promised Land but have a look at the website and you'll get an idea - Fourseasons Langkawi website
For a more personalised photo tour - click HERE.
Back to real life now and everything looks a bit grimey and I had to get my own bloody ice tea out the communal hostel fridge.
Oh well... at least we dipped our tongues into utopia - and man it was sweet.