All Inclusex E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Six friends decide to travel to Jamaica under one of those 'All Inclusive Packages' where everything is paid for in advance. They arrive at the Hotel and as they seek to enter the sea are surrounded by a set of Beach Bums/Rentadreads. Although scary, as writers for a magazine they turn it into an expose' of what is really going on at those Hotels.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

All Inclusex

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Chapter One

We finally arrived at the Hotel.

We had left our apartments early in the morning, raced to the airport foolishly thinking that the flight would leave on time.  There were delays on top of delays and finally we boarded. It was one of those torturous flights which makes people hate flying.

Due to the delay, the plane we would take to Jamaica had long since left, and we were stuck at the airport in Miami. Miami, the worst airport in the world.

As they weren't putting on an extra flight for nobodies like us, we had to be apportioned and crammed into whatever seats were empty on the next two planes. I'm sure a a number of people canceled.

We would have canceled as soon as we heard there was a delay and booked something else, if we could. But we couldn't. We had paid for one of those all inclusive packages, where everything was connected, paid  in advance and non-refundable.

It was six of us, and had to stay six. If anyone dropped out, we had to get another warm body, for it was one of those fantastic offers which may be light in pocket but heavy in blood.

It was me, Kendra, Ashley, Lindsey, Paige and Molly, on our way to the Caribbean! Oh how great, we thought.

We'd planned, we'd paid, we raced to JFK anxious to board that 2nd rate plane .  Once we survived, we were dumped in Miami until we could be crammed aboard another 2nd (or was it 3rd) rate flight.

When we finally arrived in Montego Bay we had to call the Hotel to resend the bus, and wait another hour. Instead of arriving ready at two p.m., we were semi conscious when we dragged in close to nine, hungry and tired.

We tossed our things in our room and came down to eat. As I was moving to the dining area I heard someone playing a guitar. It was magical.

I left my friends and moved to see who it was, assuming some famous guitarist.

I came onto a patio. It was dark and I couldn't see the edges. My eyes were captured by the man at the front, his back to the sea, playing a guitar.

There were a few dim lights around him and he wore a stiff white shirt which molded to his body. His hair was very black, and his face turned intensely to the strings. I stood in awe, seeing only that man, fascinated, amazed. I don't know if I breathed until he completed the tune. There was a touch of silence then cheering. I realised there were dozens of tables on that patio, packed with people.

He glanced up a moment. His face was sharp and to me, beautiful. He nodded at the audience. Someone shouted out the name of a song, others joined. He made a slight smile, a nod, and began to play it.

I couldn't breathe.

Kendra grabbed me, “C'mon Sammie....”

“Wait...” I said.

“We're all eating...”

“Shhh...” I said, listening to the music.

She stood a moment, then went wherever and I stayed on the veranda until he finished playing. The audience cheered as he rose so elegantly, put down the guitar, nodded, turned his back, walked towards the sea, and disappeared from my view.

I stood transfixed for he had been amazing. Now he was gone, the music was gone. I was tired and hungry so went and found the restaurant. My friends had virtually finished, but sat with me as I ate.

All I could think of was that magnificent man who played the guitar.

After eating and sharing a few words, we staggered to our rooms. I shared with Ashley. I was so tired that outside of giving my face a quick wash, and a brief brush of my teeth, I stripped and fell into bed.

And dreamed of that man on the veranda who made the guitar talk. 

Chapter Two

When I woke the next morning, I, as my friends were sort of woozy. The long delays at the air port, the late dinner, had an effect.

We went down, towards the beach, but decided to have breakfast first. We sat on the patio, and sort of let the fatigue and confusion drain out. Within about an hour, we were ourselves.

The hotel wasn't bad, nor was the food. We were now feeling happy we had come. We had heard some bad reports about All Inclusives; usually that the food was awful or the room small and hot, but this one seemed quite pleasant.

We were actually sitting where I'd heard the music last night and found out from a waiter that the guitarist, Kian, played Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

He would be playing tonight, Saturday.

I didn't want to make a situation with my friends but wanted to hear him again. Wanted to see him. Wanted to know if he was as good as I thought.

I mentioned the entertainment to them and Kendra did dimly recall a guitarist.

We now decided to move to the sea.

We didn't get near the water when a bunch of ugly locals came around us saying; “Hi Nice Lady!” and other things. We glanced at them. Some had missing teeth which made their smiles hideous.

We ignored them, but they circled us. Feeling exposed we hastily moved back towards the Hotel, wondering who and what they were, and how we hadn't seen them before their attack.

We wanted to use the water, but not with them around. We watched them as they moved towards the edge of the property.

There were trees and bushes which made a kind of border on either side of the Hotel's territory, they were moving to the left hand section.

We turned and began to walk towards the sea again, and were actually able to get into the water when others, just as scary came near and Kendra shouted at the top of her voice; “Go Away!”

We all joined in as if 'cheer leaders' and shouted, “Go Away! Go Away!” and got the attention of every one on the beach.

The men moved off.

Molly spoke about 'Beach Bums' and “RentaDreads' she'd read about in various publications.

She was speaking loud because she wanted to 'broadcast' the event.

A security guard we hadn't seen called to us saying the Manager would to speak with us, so we came out and met him standing in the shade.