Buckle up—or better yet, take it all off—because February at Hedo with the Sexy Silver Group was one long, gloriously naughty carnival in the sun. Imagine lingerie nights that ended with less lingerie than they started, scuba dives that doubled as recovery naps, and poolside mischief that would’ve made the resort lawyers sweat.
These aren’t polished travel-agency notes. Nope—this is our raw, daily diary scribbled between cocktails and costume changes, paired with just-Facebook-safe photos that suggest way more than they show. The PG-13 veil is thin, friends, and behind it lurks every R-rated giggle your imagination craves.
If you came here for wholesome yoga, herbal tea, and an early lights-out…bless your vanilla soul, but you’ve got the wrong brochure. Hedo’s bedtime is whenever you crawl out of somebody’s room, and the sunrise is just your cue to switch partners or switch drinks.
So pour something strong, slip out of something respectable, and join us in reliving February’s wild ride. The sun was hot, the water was hotter, and the stories? Well, let’s just say they’ll keep your winter nights steamy.
As you well know our reviews are long but this time necessary as we have a lot to tell. Have fun reading!
Ah, travel day—the necessary evil of any good vacation. Alarm blaring at 3:15 a.m., we crawled out of bed to deal with American Airlines' ticket issue at the airport that for over two hours and three agents they couldn’t fix before we left. Spoiler alert: the gate agent acted like it was no big deal, waved her magic wand, and voilà, we were on our way as if nothing had ever gone wrong. The flight to Miami? Thankfully uneventful. But once at MIA, things got interesting. Apparently, our pilot was having a bad day and decided he wasn't quite ready for us to board. He sent everyone back up the jet bridge, where we got to enjoy 40 extra minutes of terminal time. Just what we wanted! Naturally, we were late getting to Montego Bay, but hey, it’s all part of the fun, right? Wait, that's not the fun part we remember from our last trip!
Club Mobay was the hero of the day. While other planes landed in droves, we breezed through the airport like celebrities, even beating our luggage to the carousel. Sure, if we’d done carry-on only, we wouldn’t have had to wait, but where do you stash 40 pounds of dive gear in carry on? By 12:45, we were on the road to Hedonism, courtesy of Rocky's private transfers. Friday traffic in Lucie wasn’t terrible, but we still had over two hours to contemplate how much better the roads in Jamaica could be. Would just a few more potholes make the trip better?...nahh
Upon arrival, we checked into tonight’s room (we move tomorrow—we sort of knew this was coming), grabbed some lunch, and headed straight for the infamous nude pool. Running swinger clubs for years, we weren’t too shocked by what was happening at the day's festivities. So we didn't walk in blindly. Now, let us tell you, the place was rocking. Rockin' Mark from Tom’s Trips was spinning tunes for Bi Couples Week that was in full swing, quite literally. They were doing their version of the "Car Wash," which, let’s just say, was nothing like the one at your local gas station or that Marc of Topless does. There were people on both sides, men and women alike, "washing" each man and woman as they went through the line. Ok, maybe what we saw, you don't call what happened "washing"! It didn't stop there, there were plenty of public displays of affection, though not the type you’d see at your cousin's wedding! And just when we thought we’d seen everything, we spotted a new sign at the nude pool that really said it all: “No An_l in the Nude Pool.” Yep, we’ll leave it at that.
As more friends arrived today, we took a break from the nude pool around 5 p.m. to go clean up and head to dinner. Tonight was the infamous gala buffet, and if you’ve heard us rant about buffets before, you know how we feel. For the uninitiated: there are no other dining options on gala night, so you suck it up, make the most of it with friends (old and new), and try not to think about the hundreds of people before you who touched those tongs.
The theme night was... confusing. We saw everything from 80s and 90s rock stars to tie-dye to glitter-covered partygoers. Bi week being what it was, they made it a true New Orleans type of night. Hedo being Hedo, it somehow all worked. Winston's Entertainment Coordinators (ECs) took to the stage and kept the crowd entertained with their show.
We bailed early to sneak in a catnap and debated whether or not we’d venture back out. No piano bar tonight, but we did get a heads-up about the spa playroom and hot tub encounters that were likely to unfold on the last night of bi couples week. We’ll let your imagination do the work here. But we will say, for Bi Couples Week, the bi ladies weren’t as "busy" as we expected. One lovely lady mentioned that the women this week seemed to be “gatekeepers,” for their partners. Although for us, and what we saw, their partners seemed to roam with fairly long leashes, maybe because it was the last day. If you are truly a bi couple, you should definitely check out this week, but do come with an open mind!
We decided that chasing each other around the bed would be a good night, that is after we see the back of our eyelids for a bit.
Tomorrow the Sexy Silver, Tats and Pearls as well as Wild Women week groups arrive and the nude pool will certainly be different. We supposedly move to a new room in the remodeled Spa building Saturday so look for an in depth review of that building. From the outside it's an incredible change.
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We headed to breakfast, only to be "shocked" that Jaquie was off all week for vacation. She definitely deserves a break, but we couldn’t help but wonder what she’s whipping up for breakfast at her place.
I had an egg burrito, while Judy kept it light with fruit. We sat with friends, soaking in the morning vibes before heading down to the dive shack for our first dive of the week.
The weather was perfect, but we were a bit nervous seeing the Red Flag by the dock—usually a no-dive signal. Turns out, it just hadn’t been updated by anyone at Hedonism, so off we went to Joe’s Reef. Just as we got settled underwater, a 4-foot eagle ray zoomed past, but it was so quick that no one could snap a photo.
Our second dive was at Richie’s Gallery, a spot we hadn’t explored before. Among the usual lionfish, we spotted a 5-foot nurse shark chilling under a coral cliff. All in all, it was a fantastic first day of diving—definitely brought back the good old vibes.
Later, we moved into the new Spa building. It’s impressive, and we’ll give you all the details in a separate review—you know we’ve got a discerning eye!
Today, the resort started filling up with guests from all over, and with three major groups arriving, the pool scene was bound to get lively. The Wild Women’s DJ, Bob, was spinning tunes, and it didn’t take long for couples to start “getting acquainted.” The pool was buzzing with playful energy, and quite a few adventurous couples even made trips to the playroom, aka, the Happening Hut. Of course, we made our way around the nude pool, enjoying the scene.
As the sun began to set, we got ready for dinner at Pastafari, one of our favorite spots. They serve the best steak on the resort in our opinion, though the seafood tends to be overcooked. The calamari was so tough it could’ve been used for carpentry, and the lobster was beyond done at least two hours before we arrived. But the steak? Divine. So despite some overzealous seafood cooking, it was a lovely evening with great friends and good food.
Winston and the ECs had the main stage hopping, and while we usually hit up the piano bar afterward, we were wiped out. Between the diving and the “fun” at the nude pool, it all caught up with us. But don’t worry—tomorrow promises more fun!
Breakfast rolls around again, still no Jacquie sightings and won't be this trip, but we're keeping it together with breakfast burritos, fruit, and the occasional "over-light" egg courtesy of a mystery egg man we’ve never seen before. He must be the egg ninja of Hedonism. But with friends at the table, mornings are bearable, even without Jacquie.
Soon we’re off to the dive shack for the morning dive. The boat is packed to the brim, but so you know, the more divers, the slower the pace. When the diving is included in the price it's what makes these trip, well sort of affordable. Today’s underwater adventures took us to Bloody Bay, where we rudely awakened a four-foot stingray from its nap (apologies, buddy), and then onto Gallery, where spotted drums were playing tag, or something. Along the way, we saw the usual cast: lionfish, eels, and a crab who thought he could hide in a dark crevice. Pro tip: flashlights defeat crab stealth mode.
Back on land, we hit the main buffet and, oh look—grilled chicken for the 20th time this year! It’s not that there’s nothing else; it's just that the other stuff isn’t to our taste or has enough spice to singe your taste buds. But lunch is always better with friends, so we powered through the poultry.
Next stop: the nude pool! DJ Topless’s Party Marc is spinning tunes, warming up for the infamous “car wash”—an iconic Hedonism tradition. For the uninitiated, it's an event where ladies thoroughly inspect the gentlemen, hands-on and all. Tats and Pearls were handing out sunglasses and pearl necklaces (and yes, that joke was made multiple times). Rain? Pfft. Sprinkles won’t stop poolside "above-ground snorkeling," pie-eating contests, or the most questionable two-person jumping jacks. We personally thanked a few participants... still grinning from ear to ear!
In the evening, it was time for Topless’s meet-and-greet, complete with prizes and even some cold hard trip credit. Some friends scored a toy or two, and others walked away with cash. Not a bad haul!
We hit Harrisan’s for sushi tonight—our second-favorite restaurant here. The new sushi bar is a cool setup, but not the best for conversation unless you're into shouting across the table. Still, the food hit the spot.
Later, Winston’s ECs rocked the main stage, and we ended up at the piano bar with Michael, who has leveled up his game. No more relying on his trusty three songs to carry the night—now he’s got a full playlist of crowd-pleasers. And speaking of talent, Kamari, one of the new ECs, took the mic and killed it. Winston’s found his look alike and maybe his successor. He is that good, and this guy is the real deal. Let's hope they can keep him around!
Finally, we capped off the night with some good old-fashioned bed-chasing before crashing into Dreamland. Tomorrow’s another round of fun and mischief!
Rise and shine—it’s another glorious morning at Hedonism, where breakfast feels like a reward for whatever wild sex you got up to last night. The buffet? It’s a culinary wild card with options that swing from "classic brunch" to "I dare you to eat that." There’s Eggs Benedict, biscuits and gravy, omelets however you want, breakfast burritos, and even over-easy eggs. Plus, there’s a side of bacon, hash browns, pancakes, pizza (because why not?), and ham so good it could be a love language. Toss in some fried yammy and other island goodies that the staff digs—we are sure many other guests out there must like them as well. Oh, and for the sweet tooth crowd? A pile of fruit and Danish pastries bigger than your regrets when you get back on the scale at home.
With bellies full, we waddled over to the dive shack for today’s underwater mischief. First up: the Tugboat. It’s a sunken tug serving as a reef...except, apparently, nobody sent the memo to the fish. Apart from one lonely lionfish and a few small fish who must’ve lost their way, it’s like the underwater version of a ghost town. At least we got to swim through the tugboat, which was fun, even if it felt like we were trespassing. The dive capped out at 90 feet, so after a quick 20 minutes bottom time, we were back topside, feeling like deep-sea adventurers.
Dive two was Treasure Reef, a charming spot with mostly small marine life. Someone claimed to spot a baby ray, but we were greeted by a large puffer fish who swam right up to me, eyes wide and apparently ready for love. If fish kisses were a thing, I’d be telling a very different story right now.
Back on shore, it was time for lunch at the buffet. Today’s star attraction: BBQ pork ribs... or at least, they were until they mysteriously morphed into pulled pork when we went for seconds. Not quite the same vibe, but still a decent meal with friends.
After lunch, we hit the nude pool, where Topless's Party Marc was cranking up the heat with some poolside games and music. Today's main event: the "Peter Meter" and a naked version of the YMCA. Picture lovely naked women flat on their backs, using their legs to spell out the letters, and trust me, once you see it, you’ll never unsee it. Just when things started heating up PDA wise, the rain decided to crash the party, followed by lightning, which is nature’s way of saying, “Time to pack it up, folks.”
With our pool time cut short, we opted for a cozy early dinner at Pastafari again, avoiding a soggy walk to Flame. The food? A little hit and miss—some dishes arrived colder than the rain outside—but the company, stories and laughter more than made up for the dinner.
To cap off the evening, we caught Winston’s entertainment crew performing a Jamaica-themed show. Island vibes were strong, and so were the desserts we washed down with drinks and specialty coffee. With the rain, we considered hitting the piano bar, but a much better offer came our way: chasing some friends around our room. Let’s just say the night ended with a bang!
After a week of surprise showers, we’re starting to believe the weather at Hedonism has some sort of split personality. But today? Morning sunshine so glorious it practically escorted us to breakfast. Conversations flowed like the coffee, and the food? Delicious, as usual. We kept the good vibes rolling as we geared up for the day’s adventures.
First stop: the dive shack. Ballard’s Reef greeted us with a lovely deep dive, and in classic Hedo fashion, we startled a four-foot stingray in the middle of his breakfast! Apparently, we weren’t the dining companions he had in mind, because he flapped his majestic wings and zipped out of there like he had an important brunch date elsewhere. Still, we got a great show!
Next, we spotted Topless's Party Marc and the crew waving...well, everything, from the nude catamaran as they set sail. Just drinking at 10:30am is a bit much for us.
So we headed to Richie’s Gallery for dive #2—a bit shallower, but full of smaller marine life. Cue the adorable Caribbean crab and pufferfish playing hide-and-seek. The dive was sweet, but by the end, the water turned choppy—Mother Nature’s not-so-subtle hint that weather trouble was brewing.
BBQ beef ribs stole the lunch spotlight, and this time, we didn’t even need seconds. Dive buddies kept us entertained with hilarious stories—another win for midday vibes.
Off to the nude pool under a sun-soaked sky. Wild Women’s Bob was cranking the tunes and hosting some *very* interactive games. Let’s just say one of them involved drinking from between some lovely ladies' legs… I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. As for us, we had our own poolside moment, sending one of our dive ladies to cloud nine with just one finger. She was "appreciative". It seemed that many others and we were trying to get in as many PDAs while the weather was good.
But then, dark clouds crashed the party, and lightning cleared the pool faster than if they closed the bar (they didn't). Rain shut down the rest of the afternoon’s naked pool fun, but it couldn’t rain on our memory parade.
The evening’s entertainment kicked off with the repeaters’ party—free cash certificates from Hedo starting at $1500. Sadly, no one from our group won, but hey, with the place packed, it wasn’t shocking.
For dinner, sushi was the pick (again). With bites from the repeaters’ party still in our bellies, we went for the smaller a la carte options. Others ordered the sushi box, but we like to keep things light, you know?
Rain continued to sprinkle on Glow Night, but Winston’s ECs kept the party alive with their glowing energy. No piano bar tonight, but karaoke was going strong—though, not exactly our jam. The Glow Night dance moved to the pool deck, rain and all, and while the spa playroom was as wet as the weather, the hot tub didn’t stand a chance with temperatures dropping into the low 70s. Canadians were probably loving it, but us? We decided to turn in early and call it a night. We did chase each other around the bed at dark thirty in the morning, so a wonderful day.
Ah, breakfast time again! Today’s special guest was Doreth, who had been temporarily banished to the burrito station while the regulars enjoyed some vacation time. But let me tell you, those burritos? Perfection. Nothing like breakfast with friends at Hedo to shake off the cobwebs.
Next, it was time to hit the dive shack for our first dive of the day: Bloody Bay. We’d been here earlier in the week, and let’s just say… it wasn’t giving the same vibes. Sure, a baby stingray made an appearance and a couple of lionfish tried to be memorable, but it wasn’t quite the undersea extravaganza we’d hoped for.
On to dive number two: The Caves. This was new territory for us! The marine life here seemed to prefer the petite side of things—tiny lobsters and yet another baby stingray. Adorable, but let’s be real, we were hoping for something with a bit more *wow*. Though, I guess those baby rays grow up to be big boys eventually! The real excitement came when we divers surfaced to find major swells and a crazy current straight out of a disaster movie. As we all flailed trying to get back on the boat, I, Hugh, had a moment of pure grace—aka, I was unceremoniously bumped out of line (by accident) and left bobbing in the ocean like a lost pool toy until the boat kindly fished me out. Our DM, Tremaine, decided I didn't need to be alone and was shortly bobbing beside me. Although while floating, I was hearing the "Jaws" theme playing in my head, but luckily no passing sharks were looking for lunch!
Lunch rolled around, and once again, the choices were... limited. Grilled chicken *again*. I mean, where have the tacos gone? Would it kill them to throw in a fajita station ( they could use that same grilled chicken!) or, dare I dream, a nacho bar? Or even sweet and sour chicken, like finds it's way on the evening buffet. No, let's not be inventive, but instead, we are destined to nibble on the same grilled chicken until the end of time? At this rate, it’s a speedy march to lunchtime boredom. And yes, I did go for a burger at the nude grill, at least it was finally not grilled chicken!
The afternoon was spent at the Nude pool, where the wind was no joke. Yesterday’s rain had also made the pool feel like a dip in the Arctic, which, as you can imagine, wasn’t doing any favors for Mr. Happy. He was definitely not in the mood for an appearance. In response, the ECs working with Wicked Women joined forces with DJ Bob for a game that involved lining up the guys poolside and seeing if the ladies could, er, *raise the stakes* in under a minute using only their hands. No pressure, right? The other ladies in the nude pool loved it, though! Later in the day, Topless's Party Marc kept the tunes going as the day dragged on under cloudy skies. Most folks eventually retreated to the hot tub for their PDAs (Public Display of Affection), which thankfully warmed up poor Mr. Happy. He and I were both happy!
Being a cooler night, dinner tonight was at Flame. Oh, Flame. We had been warned, and yet, we dared to return. Despite arriving early just before 7pm, our meals didn't hit the table for over an hour and a half. We didn’t escape Flame until well after 9pm, mostly due to overcooked seafood dishes making a detour back to the kitchen. Even then, they didn't return the overcooked chicken. We didn't mention the "French Onion Soup" with no croutons, cheese and believe it or not, very few onions! On the plus side, Judy and I had tenderloins that were spot on. But let’s just say Flame won’t be making our must-visit list anytime soon.
The night ended at the piano bar, where Michael worked his magic on the keys, leading the crowd in naughty sing-alongs. His fingers danced across the piano, and the crowd followed his lead into a fun and mildly scandalous evening. By midnight, the day's adventures (and my impromptu solo swim) caught up with me, and my aching muscles insisted it was time to call it a night.
Tomorrow’s a new day, and hopefully, it involves fewer ocean bobbing experiences!
You know, breakfast at Hedonism is always a treat—especially when Camelia’s back at her usual post, whipping up burritos that’ll put hair on your chest (not so great for the ladies). She’s got a way with those burritos, spicy enough to wake you up, but not enough to send you running for the nearest fire extinguisher. With our friends, of course, there’s always the added bonus of catching up on last night’s “adventures.” Sure, they say what happens at Hedo stays at Hedo, but that rule gets bent more than a couple of folks in the hot tub.
After breakfast, we suited up and headed out to Joe’s Reef. Now, I don’t know who Joe is, but he must’ve forgotten to RSVP because the fish were a no-show. It was like an underwater ghost town. Still, a bad day diving beats a good day at the gym any time.
Our second dive was at Sands Club Reef, which, as you might guess, is nothing like Sam’s Club. No oversized fish or bulk coral deals here. But it wasn’t bad. Mr. Eel slithered by like he had somewhere to be, and Mr. Crab scuttled past like he was late for a meeting. Another baby eagle ray was out for breakfast. Not exactly the *Discovery Channel*, but a pleasant dive.
Lunch rolled around, and guess what? Somebody must’ve been reading my complaints from yesterday. There was still grilled chicken, but today, they mixed it up with sweet and sour chicken and grilled pork chops. I almost cried tears of joy. It wasn’t a buffet miracle, but I’ll take it.
Now, the nude pool was practically deserted. Where was everybody? Over at the prude pool for the foam party! Nothing says "fun" like being covered in soap bubbles while playing grab-azz (or grabbing tatas) with your friends. Once the foam cleared, Marc was back at the nude pool, spinning tunes and running his poolside games. We joined in on some classic Hedo activities: poolside snorkeling, pie-eating contests, and even some two-person naked jumping jacks. You know, just your average Thursday.
Dinner was at Harrysan, the hibachi joint. And believe it or not, the shrimp was actually cooked right this time! It only took six days, but hey, I’m not complaining.
Then it was off to casino night, where the chips were free, and nobody lost their shirt—well, actually, people lost plenty of shirts, but that’s par for the course at Hedo. No real money exchanged hands, just laughs and a lot of “friendly” competition. Meanwhile, we slid into the piano bar where Michael was on fire. Naughty songs, drinks flowing, and out of nowhere, tatas started making guest appearances. At one point, we even got a few ladies to climb up on the piano and do the YMCA with just their legs—sans panties, of course. Because, really, who needs underwear at Hedo? We think we set a record with five ladies spreading their legs, tonight.
The night wrapped up in the nude hot tub, where we hung out with a lively group of Canadians and Brits. The Canadian gal was hot and the Brit, well, bless her heart, she was a bit of a nervous Nelly. But we all had a great time. They’re already planning to come back in May for Sexy Silver week, and we have a feeling we’ll see them again.
Eventually, we had to call it a night. Those early-morning dives wait for no one, but we went to bed with smiles on our faces. See you tomorrow!
Ah, another breakfast at Hedonism. Nothing kicks off your day better than sitting around, munching on whatever they throw at you, and gossiping with your friends about all the “sexual encounters” from last night. Sure, what happens at Hedo, is outed at our table in the morning, minus the names to protect the guilty!! Doesn't everyone.
The day kicked off with two very nice dives. First stop: The deep part of Sands Reef. This dive was like a “who’s who” of marine life, with a majestic turtle making a surprise cameo right as we were ascending. This guy didn’t just swim—he bolted like it was late for his wedding, almost taking out our dive master in the process. The turtle then zipped right under my feet. The whole thing was a blur of wet reptilian enthusiasm. Over at the Arches, two nosey dolphins popped by to check if we had any brunch offerings. Spoiler: We didn’t. They were clearly unimpressed and left in a huff, like customers at a fancy restaurant that doesn’t serve caviar.
These dives were the perfect way to close out the year underwater. Our next one’s not until January at Roatán—super inexpensive, by the way, so hit us up if you want info!
After the dives, it was time for the lunch buffet. And guess what was the star of the today's buffet? Let's here it!...grilled chicken. At this point, I’m convinced that if there’s an afterlife, it’s going to involve grilled chicken. Instead, I headed over to the nude grill for a burger because sometimes you’ve got to change things up… with something that’s not chicken.
The weather at the nude pool started out glorious, but in true tropical fashion, things quickly went south. No matter, with a break in the weather , quickly Marc from Topless came to the rescue with his famous last-day Car Wash. There’s nothing quite like watching ladies rubbing soapy tatas in slow motion against about 100 or so "gentleman". Honestly, it’s the stuff of legends. We are fairly certain that half the guys there signed up for next year’s trip on the spot.
Dinner was the famous Gala buffet, where tonight your choice of restaurants are....well the Gala buffet, or starve. Inside, we feasted on cold shrimp that was miraculously already peeled (so eat and eat shrimp) and cold mussels that were refreshingly both cooked perfectly. Outside on the pool deck, they were serving up tempura, lobster, and roasted pork—like a foodie paradise, minus the endless buffet lines that rival the TSA checkpoint at JFK.
The night’s entertainment was a show starring Winston and more Winston, and while it was good, it was starting to feel a bit like déjà vu. But hey, when you're at Hedo, every day feels like a repeat of the one before. That’s not a bad thing, though. We keep coming back for the friendships, the laughs, and okay, the occasional poolside pie-eating contest. It’s definitely *not* the food.
Speaking of which, let’s talk about Hedonism’s potential. Yes, we all love this place, but a little more shake-up wouldn’t hurt. For a resort with such a high return rate, a few tweaks here and there would make a huge difference. Give us something new—something that would WOW us (like the new Spa rooms and building). Sure, there’d be complaints, just like when they added TVs to the rooms decades ago (people literally tossed them out the windows!). But progress, my friends, is a good thing. We love what Harry’s done with the place so far. Now we’re just waiting for the next big thing to blow our minds.
We’ll be back in February, Valentine's day, but until then, our trip reports will be scarce. Despite its quirks, Hedonism keeps drawing us back. Maybe it’s the fun, the friends, or maybe it’s just the thrill of never knowing what will happen next. Safe travels to all, and see you at the next nude pool party!
Starting off with a heartfelt breakfast in the main dining room, bidding farewell to dear friends departing today. Saying goodbye to Jacquie's eggs and Doreth's amazing ham slices was bittersweet - our breakfasts won't be the same without them!
After our farewells, it was time for an exhilarating morning dive. Joe's reef was our first dive. We saw a cowfish and a lovely jellyfish. On our 2nd reef, the Arches, not only do we get to go in and out of the arches, we saw a golden spotted eel, a regular eel, a puffer fish and another type of jellyfish. Jellyfish are beautiful, but can be painful.
After the dive, it was time to bid adieu to our beloved Spa room - so many memories made there! A sad goodbye as we did have marvelous fun there this week.
After we are in the new room, an upgrade from what we booked but not quite as nice, we headed to lunch. At lunch, we dined with friends. Here at Hedonism, you make life-long friendships and we made quite a few of those types of connections this week.
We hit the nude pool, and two lovely ladies were entertaining the crowd impromptu, from the cold hot tub looking over the nude pool. They seemed delighted with each other and we were delighted watching! Soon we saw muff divers everywhere. Here at Hedo, at any moment you can start a competition where everyone wins! We were soon in the hot tub with lots of PDAs alive and well in both places!
As the sun set, we savored our final dinner at Pastafari with friends, sharing laughs and making plans for the night ahead.
Reflecting on our time here, it's clear that while Hedonism is about indulgence, it's also about forging deep connections and rediscovering the joy of spontaneity. And yes, while the atmosphere may spark youthful energy, we're reminded to take care of our knees!
As the night drew to a close, we embraced every moment with our remaining friends. We are all in the playroom drenching the playroom beds, for the last time this trip. It was another fantastic week!
We wrapped up the night with a playful chase around our bed with just the two of us—always an exhilarating end to our adventures! Then, we drifted off into a peaceful slumber until morning. Thankfully, we have a 1 pm transfer to the airport, giving us a bit more time to savor the memories before heading home. ✈️
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