Not much of a report as a life experience. Be patient. I'm a seasoned traveler, while my wife doesn't fly as often. Our flight out was leaving at 7:00, so I made sure to get us to the airport a full hour before, while the wife was pushing for an hour and a half. We got there and I couldn't believe the lines, ten times longer than usual, of course it was vacation week. Still I had faith, as the line seem to move at a reasonable pace and we got to the gate with five minutes to spare. Except this complete jerk-off refuse to hold the flight as ourselves and about 10 other flyers. We all look on in complete disbelief as the jet pulled away from the gate as we stood there. This being vacation week, there we're no other flight available for days, even from airports 2 hours away. Panic began setting in as our Hedo vacation as there appeared to be nothing we could do. I called all the other airlines and finally found 2 first class tickets from an airport an hour away that would get us there the following day. Hell, what's a thousand bucks, we're going to Hedo!
We arrive in Jamaica and miraculously, our luggage, which flew out our original flight, was waiting for us. On to the bus to Hedo, where two wonderful ladies flash us all, much to the horror of the two young ladies in front of us. We get to Hedo, where they ask me for my paperwork. Ah, what paperwork? I had booked through Expedia.com and had not received anything other than a email confirmation. I thought this strange enough to actually confirm everything Hedo before departing. Now I stuck in the back room at the reception area, desperately calling Expedia, as well as going on-line for my confirmation. Nothing. My head is about to explode. My wife sensing my frustration gets me a glass of beer and goes off to the bar, while I panic. Finally, someone at Expedia talks to the Hedo folks and promises to fax the paperwork. Here is what Hedo is all about. Even without written confirmation, I am given a room. I wonder off, semi exhausted, to find my wife in the middle doing shots with Romeo. Immediately, it was "no problem mon" time to have fun and party. Like all the other first timers, it took us about a minute to get naked and after that it isn't given a second thought. We met a terrific group of people from all different types of backgrounds. It's one of the coolest things about Hedo, all social/economic distinctions are stripped away. Nobody cares who you are, just get naked, have fun and don't judge. Remarkable.
The other reports all contain pretty much what goes on from the food to PDA's. Hedo is exactly what you make of it. It's not four stars, but who cares; the folks at the Ritz aren't having nearly as much fun. Get involved and meet people, join an on-line group who are also going. Don't sweat the room assignment, literally, you only sleep there.
One last story. Just prior to leaving for Hedo, I was at my gym for a tanning session. Upon entering the booth, I ran into my former personal trainer, a nice German woman who also teaches at a local high school. Sheepishly I mention I'm only tanning because I'm off to Jamaica in a few days. She replied "Me too, I go for free every year and teach aerobics." Now I know what's coming next and since I wasn't quite ready to pledge allegiance to Hedo just yet, I had to quickly come up with a resort and go with Breezes. "Me too!" she answers and promptly begins writing down how to contact her. Well we of course don't get anywhere near Breezes. Wednesday, we're having the greatest time at the disco for Pimp and Ho's night. My wife has gone all out and looks fabulous in this awesome Dominatrics outfit, complete with riding crop. We dance up a storm. Covered in sweat we decide it's time for the hot tub. We descend the circular only to bump into you know who. There in long sleeve shirt and pants is my personal trainer along with her husband, "Well hello there!". I say "Ahhhh, nice to see you, please meet my wife." A couple of awkward comments and off we stumble to the hot tub, laughing hysterically the whole way.