June 13th, 1990

June 13th, 1990

Flight from JNB – DUR – JNB

Early morning call time and off we set, on a very quiet crew bus (due in no small part I imagine to last night’s shenanigans.) Fortunately, the flight time to Durban was just over an hour.

Spent the day at a very swanky hotel, where a shared room was assigned to the three of us, which allowed Hilary and I to witness Mandy’s transformation from Cabin Crew Member to, as Hilary said, “The Polka Dot Prancer.”

Mandy’s bikini was beyond itsy bitsy teeny and weeny, leaving nothing to the imagination. She used every opportunity to prance around the pool, talking not only to the boys on our crew but to every other male in sight!

While Ben was vying for a spot on my sun lounger (that boy is definitely not fluent in body language) Mandy leaned over us and practically took my eye out! Honestly girl, Put Them Away! Dex was in stitches and said it was a shame none of us had a video camera to capture my expression.

Valerio didn’t take his eyes off Hilary and Mandy and Tony (aka Victim Number One) made their way into the hotel together. Prompted by Hilary whispering; “Valerio is getting on my f’ing nerves,” the two of us headed to the room, only to find the door locked! Stifling our giggles, we made our way back to the pool and waited for the lovebirds to show their faces.

About an hour later, Tony came back to the pool, looking more than smug. I pretended to read, which was funny in itself because the entire day I read about three pages in total. Ten or so minutes later, Mandy reappeared, sporting a different bikini.

“That one’s even smaller than the last one,” Hilary mouthed, rolling her eyes as Mandy took her place on the lounger next to her. I avoided all eye contact with Hilary as Mandy seductively stretched every inch of the shiny, fuchsia coloured fabric.

“I was so tired I had to take a nap,” she purred, stretching the fabric dangerously close to its limit. “I think I might have locked the room door by mistake. That’s how tired I was.”

Yeah, right.

Tonight, back in Jo’Burg, we went to the French restaurant just around the corner from the hotel (the name of which I don’t recall.) More amazing than the food was the fact I only had one glass of wine.

We ended up in the crew room again and when I left, Hilary was deep in conversation with Valerio, Mandy was dancing on the table with Tony and Dex and Ben tried to follow me out but I made it clear I was coming back to my room. Alone.

 

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