OK, so for full transparency:
I normally write about the places I visit, and since this website is called the adventures of an ordinary person, I do it with a personal slant (ie halfway through watching Swan Lake in Moscow, I left and went for a drink in an Irish Bar with an Australian Lawyer that I’d met. That’s what an ordinary person would do).
On this occasion, my amazing employer, organised a series of workshops and meetings called the Island SummIT, a meeting of all the IT teams from around the world, at the Baobab resort in Gran Canaria.
So, I was away working (as you’d expect me to do) but just like me, I found opportunities for adventure here and there and made the most of the oportunity. Therefore, this isn’t really a full article about the Island, rather an example of what you can do on a work trip with a bit of imagination.
Above is a picture of me “sailing”.
It seemed easy. We were flying from Manchester, and flying home to Liverpool.
Outbound, no problem I thought, I’d just get the train from Chester to Manchester Airport.
Big problem. A Virgin train, transporting people from London to Leeds, broke down. So in Llandudno, they were punted onto my train to Manchester and told to change there.
They had massive bags and there were hundreds off them. Result: it was like a bus in the 3rd world. I’m not talking, so busy you couldnt find a seat, I’m talking so busy 3 poeple were standing in a space for 2.
But the hell is over after 90 minutes, I arrive at Manchester Airport and meet up with my collegues (who are also my friends).
On the flight, I find myself sat next to 2 young people, who could only be described as “love birds”. We make polite conversation, and I listen to Brian Tracy, 21 ways to be more productive, and jot down some ideas in my notebook (and I mean an actual notebook with a pen, not my laptop, which stays in my bag.
We arrive in the hotel, and I can’t believe it. I normaly travel to collect experiences. I stay in the simplest accommodation that will allow me to do this, and try to save money where I can, as the money I’m spending today, could finance the next trip, etc.
But, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to stay in a fabulous resort, and now I’m going to find out.
The staff are amazing, professional, helpful and nothing is too much trouble.
Once checked in, I make my way to my room and I can’t believe how big this place is.
It takes me a full 10 minutes to walk from my room to reception, and from one walkway on the 3rd floor, I see one of the hotels SEVEN pools.
In the morning, I wake up. I have a balcony, and the view isnt amazing.
There’s a basketball court, what looks like a car park and some wastland.
I dont care, I’ve always said, you dont live on the outside of a house, you live on the inside. The room I’m in is massive, has a desk for me to work at, a sofa to relax on and a very comfortable bed.
Best of all, when I go into the bathroom.
It has a separate bathroom and toilet, and there is even a telephone handset in the toilet.
I’m not interior designer, but I decided to photograph this bath. I’ve put on a bit of weight lately (although I have a plan to fix that in summer) but honestly, I could have fit in that bath 3 times.
But this is no time for indulgence, I’m on the company’s “dime”, keen to represent the UK office in a positive light and just like in my private life, learn as many new things as I can.
Our first morning. After a breakfast that would humble a king, its time to start work.
There are several talks, workshops, meets and greets and the like.
Obviously, we are the fastest growing gaming company in the world, in a competitive market so I can’t discuss a single thing I saw or heard.
But, it was fascinating, I met loads of cool people and it was ace to see how they’d found solutions to some of the same problems we’d been experiencing in the Liverpool office.
With lunch and the days activities over, everyone heads back to their room to get ready for the evening.
I don’t. I’ve spent hours researching the area and things to do (Time spent in reconnaissance is never wasted, Rommel – The Dessert Fox).
So, I head for the beach and set off walking.
But I’m not here to sit by the ocean.
Actually this is an area of outstanding natural beauty and I wander around exploring the sand dunes.
There is a cordoned off area, with a real oasis (La Charca) and some unique bird and animal life to see.
After 2 hours, I wander into the town. I see this guy, who constructs the Last Supper from Sand each day (I give him a couple of Euro’s, it seems wrong to photograph his work and not reward him somehow).
Further along, the famous lighthouse. I’m normaly the first critic of beach holidays, but even I have to admit, the view, the air, the sea contribute to what is, an amazing expirience.
Wandering back to my hotel, this picture shows half its length.
As a Rohan customer, I’ve got a series of adaptable outfits to cater for every evening. A formal shirt, and were off out for a Curry (probably the best one I’ve eaten outside Rusholme).
The following day, and its back to the action.
A series of talks by various people from Dubai, Kenya and Bulgaria and one incredible talk about a system called Erlang.
Everything I love about IT.
30 years ago, Ericsson designed a programming language for their phone system. It had to be able to make hundred of thousand of connections. They needed to be reliable and consistent (as theyre phone-calls, if an email is a minute late, fine but phone conversations dont work that way) and it needed to be hyper secure (it could for example be used for a “global” switchboard for the UK NHS phone system, so confidentiality would be a must.
But, voice over IP and various other things happened, it never took off, and was forgotten about.
Incredibly, 30 years later, cutting edge web developers are using it, as all of its qualities are ideally suite to transaction based websites.
So, something written 30 years ago and forgotten is born again.
With the formal part of the meeting over, I wander to reception.
I think the picture captures the scale and grandour of the hotel.
I decide to wander around the hotel and get a feel for it.
There’s a pretty cool bar near reception and it has this incredible view.
I get a pint of the local beer and relax.
But I can’t relax too much.
The formal part of the meeting will be closed of with a Gala dinner, which I’m really looking forward to (I’ll get to relax and chat to the friends I’ve met in meeting and workshops).
The problem is, despite being loaded with Rohan clothing for every kind of event, I’ve no formal evening wear.
So I improvise. The excellent Meg at work, who is a keen Everton fan, helped me to purchase a football shirt. I hope it will work for the evening (well, it has SportPesa printed on the front of it, so lets see what happens).
We have drinks in the VIP area, and a few people start asking about my top.
Forced to do what I always do in situations like this (and honestly, the only thing I can do) I tell the truth.
I have no interest in football whatsoever and I’m not an Everton fan (although I’m sure theyre a fab club)
My heroes are mountaineers like Chris Bonington and Doug Scott.
But… I work for SportPesa. We work at the top 1% of the technology industry, and the people I work with are amazing.
So, I wear my football shirt because I’m proud to wear the SportPesa logo.
The dinner and meal are fantastic. I got to bed about 2am, and I’m exausted.
In the morning, I’m up and off exploring the Dunes again.
The company have arranged “a water based event” but the details are limited.
A bus takes us to the coast then I see it.
They have hired this incredible Catamaran (I’ve never sailed in one before so its amazing).
But this isnt just “sailing” we have our own DJ and a free bar.
In the same way that I’ve built shelters and slept out in the woods to see what is like…
It’s amazing to be on a Catamaran, relaxing with a G&T, living like Rock star or premier league player, just to see what thats like.
We sailed out to meet some other boats and there was the option to go Paragliding or Jetski-ing.
I did’t do either, I just relaxed on the boat. I can only remember a handful of times in my life that I’ve felt so relaxed.
The slight low point, is when we pull into port and the food is served.
Its paella and seafood which I dont like.
I’m so relaxed, I hardly care.
The DJ starts banging out gangster rap.
Not to everyone’s taste, but I personally love that stuff. The dance-floor is full (dance-floor, on a boat).
Our trip nearly over, were heading out to sea, to watch the sunset.
What an amazing end to a perfect day.
Bus takes us home, a few drinks at the hotels panoramic bar, then its off to bed. Completely shattered.
The next day is free.
I have a lie in until 8am. As I wander towards breakfast I see that there are some turtles.
I wander into town, and see the main Casino in the area is called Chester – the name of the city I live in 🙂
I pickup the mountain bike I’d arranged to hire from Free Motion.
Extremely professional, I get this amazing hybrid bike for just 21 Euros for the whole day.
They even give me a recommended list of places to visit and a map (and comment that they have shops in every town, so if I dont want to cycle back, just leave the bike in one of the other shops and get the bus home).
Baking hot day, but the freedom and simple pleasure of riding a bike.
I peddle in one direction to an oil refinery and then head back and ride to Play del Ingles.
I’m glad I did.
When I told some friends I was heading to Gran Canaria, they’d warned me some part of it were like Blackpool.
I’d dismissed that (after all, the place we were staying was like acapulco).
When I got there, there were bins with vomit in them, gangs of what I can only describe as hooligans, and when I locked my bike up and went in a german bar, they would let me in, as “your English, you wont enjoy it”.
On the way back, I saw adverts for disbled carts, which were everywhere. At least someone was having fun there.
So, back to Meloneras. I lock up my bike and go for a walk along the front.
I dont recall the name of this hotel, but everyone of the rooms on the front had its own personal pool.
I don’t know when at the moment, but one day, I’m going to stay there.
Cycling up and down, a friendly Italian couple offer to take a picture of me.
Exhausted, I had back home. A minibus is coming to pick me up the next morning at 4am, so I need to make it an early night.
I get a couple of drinks around the pool with some of the lads and as I sit there, I realise just how lucky I am to have experienced this amazing week.
But, I’m a simple man.
For my last meal, I’ve found a chinese restaurant.
I go over on my own at 7pm. Because I’m early, I’m the only customer and I have spring rolls, beef and mushroom and some delicious red wine.
I wander back in a really good mood. Perhaps I should have more trips away, that aren’t projects and where I just relax and unwind 🙂