I want to tell you about my trip to Egypt.
In one post, you can not manage, because he stayed there for 3 months.
It was the beginning of autumn, to be more precise, September 2015. My first flight, it was a great success, it was simply impossible to describe the sensations in which I was in the air. It is just to fly once and feel it.
After the opening of the aircraft door, given that I arrived about 21: 00-22: 00, my first breath and immediately feel suffocated. Categorically there was not enough air, there was a slight panic, but I managed it. I did not think about changing the climate in advance - the air is wet, and the day is dry. It turned out that I was in a hot season, which lasts approximately from June to October. The air temperature is + 30-35 on the average and this is the minimum. Having waited for the girl who was supposed to meet me, I immediately noticed two nationalities who are leading. They are Russians and Germans. So it turned out in the future. The hotel guests are half-filled with guests from Europe (mostly Germans) and Russians. Arriving at the hotel, having briefly reviewed everything, the next day I immediately went to work.
My "working" beach.
One of the work clothes.
And I focus on my "working" glasses, according to which in the future, guests will recognize me.
The team of animators are people in whom all the positive, cheerfulness and warmth that will be gathered for all guests are collected.
Accommodation provides the hotel, as well as 3 meals a day.
The duties of the animator include:
On what topics you can not communicate with guests:
I spent water aerobics, in the sea (as there is in the pool). A lot more, but he loved it "activati" (the so-called all the programs that were planned for the day). I can not say that it was easy, some did not stand up and left, but I could not adjust to each. If you have at sea 50-70 + people who repeat for you. In fact, this is very drayvovo. All in rhythm, all movements to music, taken from fitness and just invented by me. After 20 minutes of training, I went to the sea, to all and we played in the usual games, the type of "brook" and all sorts of invented by me. After 10 minutes of games or just call the entertainment, I collected all these people around me (it turned out a huge circle, maximally compressed around me) and asked for after counting 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... shouting - I LOVE MIROSLAV :) I did not force anyone to shout it out, my favorite guests themselves were not against screaming it. (one important moment, to put people to themselves.) I managed it. Both the glasses and the phrase people shouted, brought me some kind of "glory." I loved people, and they loved me.
