I thought I would too. But 25 years in Ireland does something to your body. We have acclimatised. We are about as warm-blooded as they come. This is an ideal adaptation for our climate. But unfortunately our genetics make us useless at dissipating heat. Pumping out sweat like there is no tomorrow - our bodies scramble desperately to operate its God-given heat pump at maximum efficiency.
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8am! The very first day! We hadn't even left the hotel yet. This was us
at breakfast. |
Strategies included:
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| Shade with Sorbet |
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| Lemonade with Beer |
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| Swimming in the Mediterranean |
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| *Special Drink* (More on that in a seperate post) |
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| Sleep at every opportunity |
*Sigh*
Well time to bite the bullet. I need to take my medicine before my wife names and shames me. If I didn't embarrass myself now, my wife would certainly take pleasure in doing that for me. To represent myself as above would do you blog-followers a disservice. To be honest - I am a sun worshipper! I'm talking bronzing at every opportunity. Tanning oils, aluminium foil and mirrors, speedos...
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| Trying to get my surfaces exactly perpendicular to the sun |
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| Getting the back side fried |
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| Toasting the front side - watch out for those glasses marks |
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Boat tanning can really add diversity to
your bronzing strategies portfolio |
I'm sick of coming to California and having Mrs. Dohm greet me with "Well, you're looking very... Irish Niall".
OK, we are just about to have dinner with my mum and dad and I am very excited for that. We've missed them. I promise a more serious entry in the near future. Less self-absorbed, more factual, and more photos. Love from the other side of the blog-o-sphere.
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