It's pretty much par for the course, every couple (for pretty much every guest here is part of a twosome, let's be honest) arriving at the Alila pool for the first time has to whip out the camera, snapping a multitude of picture perfect shots for immediate Facebook upload.
Aside from a "this is awesome," interjection every fifteen minutes or so, an afternoon whiled away here consists primarily of happy sighs, "pass me the sun cream please," and the occasional, "shall we order another drink?"
And, naturally, a scoop of peanut butter chocolate ice cream (that melts instantaneously in the sun) which completely destroys the un-bloated bikini body you were so proudly parading around ten minutes earlier. Well, not anymore, my friend, not after an afternoon of ice cream and margaritas here.
It's virtually impossible to give a damn, though. About anything else. London, who??