Well, I finally get to do a comparison report! This journey marked my first “official” trip to Hedonism III. I had been to Hedo 3 once before, but it was only for a weekend, so I was unable to fully immerse myself in all Hedo 3 had to offer. This time, I was there for a whole week, so let the immersion begin! As usual, all names have been changed to protect the “innocent.”
Getting there
My American Airlines flight to MBJ was uneventful. We were about 20-30 minutes late and the customs lines were long, but I was just so happy to be in Jamaica that I didn’t mind at all. I talked to everyone in line, and felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Once I cleared customs and retrieved my bags, I went to the Superclubs lounge, which was really very nice. It is a fully enclosed, air-conditioned room with comfortable chairs and is pleasantly decorated. Once you enter, someone takes your bags aside, and asks you which resort you’ll be visiting. Check-in was very smooth, and you are offered bottled water as you wait for your bus. My bus was ready to roll in about 15 minutes.
While waiting for the bus, I met a single guy in his mid-forties named Chris. Chris had just divorced about a year ago, and one of his buddies had recommended that he go to Hedo 3. It was obvious that Chris had NO idea what he was getting into. He had done absolutely no research, and didn’t even know that Hedo had a nude side. On the bus, I filled him in on some of the activities, but I didn’t want to scare him too much, so I left out some of the racier details. Even so, his eyes got wide as I spoke, more with fear than with lust, I think. After I told him about Hedo, I expected to just zone out for awhile, because the road was far bumpier than the new and improved road to Negril, and I was starting to feel a bit sick. But, there was no such luck with Chris. He apparently decided that we had become friends for life and proceeded to tell me his ENTIRE life story all the way to Hedo. Between the beginnings of motion sickness and being talked to the whole time, I was really ready to get off the bus upon our arrival. He was a sweet guy, don’t get me wrong, but I just needed a little peace and quiet.
Check in at the resort was super-smooth for me. My room was ready immediately- there was no “come back in awhile,” for me. While checking in, I met three single Black girls, who had decided to call themselves Beyonce, Janet, and Mary. Because of my braids, they decided to call me Alicia. They seemed like a lot of fun, and I was happy to have met them. When I got to my room, which was on the quad side, I was very pleased. The room was clean and pretty. I loved the tropical touches, such as the carved wood mirror, the colorful bedspread, and the wall hangings. I did notice that I had been given a room with two twin beds. With my friend Grover coming as my guest, that could be an issue. I thought about mentioning it to the front desk, but decided to go with the flow and just push them together. No problem, mon! Of course the garden tub was beautiful, although I didn’t use it even once while I was there. The tub is more aesthetically pleasing than functional, because getting in and out of the shower became trickier as the week went on, especially if you were tipsy or hung over.
After putting on a swimsuit and sarong, I ventured out for something to eat. After basically starving myself for a week prior to my visit, I was ravenous! Since it was about 3:00 in the afternoon, the main dining room was closed, but I managed to find the Scotch Bonnet, which stayed open until 7pm. Talk about an absolutely wonderful place. It was an open-air restaurant, right up against the crashing waves and rocks of the shore. Hedo 2 does not have anything that comes remotely close to this. I was planning to eat by myself, since I didn’t see any friendly faces, but a local woman who was there with her American boyfriend invited me to eat with them, and eat I did! A cheeseburger, fries, cocoa bread, a beef patty and a glass of Ting were all devoured within minutes. After chatting a bit more, I wandered over to the nude side, where I discarded the rest of my clothes, ordered a drink, and sat in the shallow end of the pool. It was pretty obvious that pretty much everyone there had already been acquainted, and I was feeling a bit out of sorts and sat there wondering how to break into a conversation. After a few minutes, I saw a couple who was on my bus, and they came over and teased me about Chris, my new “friend”. The couple was in VERY good shape, as was the other couple who they were talking to. The male of the other couple was there as the visiting DJ for the week. He and his wife were very cute, had a number of tattoos, and seemed pretty friendly. I looked around, and saw that a very high percentage of the people there were relatively young (I’d guess mid-30’s), and in pretty good physical shape. This was an unexpected change from Hedo 2, where the crowd is older, and I hesitate to say, but not as physically fit.
A little while later, I started feeling sleepy, and surprisingly, hungry again, so I went to the nude grill and ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and Ting to go. I went to my room and ate, watched a little of the Playboy channel, and fell into a blissful sleep. When I awoke a few hours later, I noticed that my message light was blinking. I checked it, and it was CHRIS from the bus inviting me to dinner! I don’t know how he got my room number, but he did. It was about 8pm, so I figured that by the time I got showered, dressed and went down to the dining room, he’d be gone. No such luck. As soon as I rounded the corner and approached the bar, Chris was the first person I saw. He invited me to sit with him and some other people, and since I didn’t have anyone else to sit with, and I didn’t want to be rude, I agreed. He brought me some dessert, and we watched Battle of the Sexes. I was getting a kick out of it, until I looked at Chris, who looked downright appalled. He asked, “Aren’t these people embarrassed to be doing this? I feel embarrassed for them.” I must have given him a strange look when I replied, “It’s all in good fun,” because he quickly backpedaled and said, “I don’t want to seem like a prude, but…Do you ever get used to the courseness of it all?” I responded, “Just go with the flow.”
Fortunately, it was about time for my travel companion, Grover to arrive, so I was able to extract myself while I went to the front desk to see if he was there. I asked the front desk representative to let Grover know that I was in the dining room when he arrived. Soon thereafter, the front desk rep came and retrieved me from the dining room to tell me that Grover was there. I thought that was really nice of her to come and get me herself. This was Grover’s first visit to Jamaica, and our first extended trip together. Our relationship has been very strange. We dated for a summer about two and a half years ago when we met through work, but have lived several states apart since then, so decided to be friends. However, it’s been friendship with flirtation, and we’ve kind of always had a “thing” for each other, even through times when we were involved with others. Now that I had moved a bit closer, we decided to see how the dating thing would go again.
Anyway, I was very happy to see Grover, and he was happy to be there, but his luggage had not arrived with him. He was informed that it would be delivered to the resort the following day, so we decided to just have some fun that night. We got drinks at the main bar, then went to the disco, where we danced and had more drinks. I really like the disco better at Hedo 3, especially the stripper pole and cage (although I am not crazy about the pole being on the bar), but those stairs! You could kill yourself on them if you were too high or drunk! I didn’t see the playroom off the disco, but I didn’t look for it either. I wasn’t sure where to look, anyway. After dancing for awhile, we headed over to the nude pool and hot tub for awhile, where he promptly shed his clothes without any problems. This was a welcome change from the last two male companions who have visited Hedo 2 with me and refused to get naked. At about 1am, I was getting sleepy, so I went back to the room. Grover dropped me off, and told me that he was going out exploring for awhile. I said ok (I think), and promptly passed out. At about 3am, I awoke with a TERRIBLE stomachache. I laid there for awhile praying that I wouldn’t throw up. After about an hour and several false alarms to the bathroom, I started feeling a bit better. I did notice that Grover had come back to the room and was sleeping peacefully.
Monday morning, I woke up at about 8 am and decided to go to breakfast and see if it compared to the breakfast at Hedo2 (my favorite meal of the day). I had a 9:30 appointment to meet with my contact person to see what aerobics classes I would be required to teach during my stay, so I figured I might as well be well fed before I went to work. Although I missed Charlie and his everlasting conversation and cry of “Respect, every time,” I must say that breakfast at Hedo 3 was pretty darn tasty. I was a little disappointed that I ended up eating alone, however. I said hi to a number of people, but no one invited me to join them, and I didn’t want to just plop down at someone’s table. I thought that was a bit odd, because at Hedo 2 I have never eaten alone. Even when I’ve sat down alone at Hedo 2, someone always came over to invite me to eat with them. This didn’t happen at Hedo 3 unfortunately, and I ate by myself.
After finishing breakfast, I met my contact and was informed that I was responsible for three classes per day, at 11am, 3pm, and either 4 or 4:30pm. I wasn’t especially pleased by that schedule, but I was there to work, right? The only problem with my class schedule is that it made it impossible to go off property to do a tour or activity. I was a little disappointed in this, especially since it was Grover’s first visit to Jamaica and I would have liked to show him around a bit. But, I just rolled with it. I went back to the room for awhile and rested with Grover for awhile, then changed into my swimsuit to go teach my first class. I went over to the nude side to teach water aerobics and to my surprise, had three students ready to take class. I taught my class, then got naked and chilled out with a drink, then decided to enter into the Ms. Nude Beach contest, which ended up being more of a naked fake orgasm contest. Unfortunately, I didn’t win. I found out that there were a few groups there, such as Wild Women and Cocktails International, and they were cheering for their own people. But, it was all in good fun, so I took it in stride.
I found Grover, who was very upset that his luggage had not arrived yet, and we had a drink, then went to eat lunch at Scotch Bonnet. He was just as impressed as I was with the food and location. Each day, he chose a different meal, and he finally ruled the jerk chicken sandwich to be the best entrée. I probably ate two or three entrees per sitting- they were all good to me! After eating, Grover went over to the quad pool, and drank a little more, but it was time for me to hit the gym to teach class. Although no one showed up for the 3pm class, a woman came for the 4pm class, so I gave her a workout. Afterwards, I found Grover and we went back to the room for a nap before dinner.
Grover was still a bit put out because his luggage hadn’t arrived yet, and he was hot and wanted a change of clothes. Many people told him to just go naked or to wear a towel, but he observed, “All of the people telling me this have clothes to wear. I’m still in the hot jeans and T-shirt that I wore on the plane.” Right before dinner, Grover’s luggage finally arrived, and his attitude improved greatly. We bought some of the local “product” for later.
Dinner was another experience in trying to figure out where we were going to sit, because we really hadn’t met anybody there, and no one invited us to join them. We finally found a remote table at the edge of the dining room. While I was getting my food, Grover saw a couple who were wandering around as aimlessly as we were previously, and invited them to eat with us. It turned out that they had just arrived, and were a little shell-shocked. They were a really nice, talkative couple, and we had lively dinner conversation. The wife, Rachel, told me about one dinner item on the buffet that I had overlooked. I went to the buffet several times to ask if there was any more coming, and kept being told, “10 more minutes,” until the cook finally admitted that there was no more being cooked. We were a little disappointed, but five minutes later the dining room manager brought us two big plates of it (it was fish and sauce wrapped in a pastry crust). We were pleased and happy, and dug right in. I thought that it was really considerate for the manager to make sure that we had the food that we wanted, and I really appreciated it.
After dinner, Grover and I had a few more drinks, then said goodbye to Martin and Rachel (the couple from dinner), who decided to turn in early, and then went to the disco and danced some more. I was able to get into the cage and do some sexy dancing, and was soon joined by two young, pretty blonde girls. Grover looked quite interested, and came up to the front of the cage, where a piece of someone’s chewed gum stuck to his face. Yuck!! We decided to leave the disco soon thereafter and headed to the hot tub. After a little while of socializing and smoking, we went back to the disco, where the only people left were Janet, Beyonce, and Mary, who seemed like they were trying to hook up with some of the disco workers. I got on the pole and did a special little dance for Grover, we got another drink and left.
The next day, Grover decided to eat breakfast with me, and we ran into Martin and Rachel again. Grover had decided that it was going to be his mission to convert them “to the dark side” and get them naked by the end of the trip. My guess was that they had gotten to Hedo3 on a Super Surprise and would not get naked, although they were curious about it. I taught my 11am class to Mary and Beyonce, and then Grover and I went to the quad pool. We had decided that it would be our mission to meet more people today, so we went out of our way to be extra friendly to everyone. We ended up meeting some great people- a really fun Black couple named Lance and his wife Pricilla (who we didn’t meet until later, because she was napping), and a single Black girl who was with the Wild Women group named Mitzy. They were a definite hoot, and Lance and Grover discovered they shared a mutual love of Purple Rains. We resolved to all meet up later for the PJ party. We also met a crazy White guy with the Cocktails group named Bronco, who must have been “on” something special. Throughout the week, we’d always hear him before we saw him, and it was hard to hold a conversation with him because his eyes couldn’t focus. He was always the life of the party, though.
Grover and I had made reservations for the Japanese restaurant the previous night, so we got dressed and headed over there for dinner. Throughout the week, we learned that we had to make reservations for the restaurants at least 24 hours beforehand, because they were both booked up by the following morning. Dinner was very tasty, and it was nice that it was in a separate, air-conditioned space apart from the dining room. We met a few really nice couples at dinner, and had a good meal.
After dinner, we changed into our PJ’s, and caught up with Mitzy, Lance and Pricilla. We went to the PJ party, which was packed. Mitzy wasn’t feeling too great, so she left early. I danced with Lance a bit, and Grover and I danced as well. I met a really pretty Black girl named Free, and we became fast friends. She was definitely flirting with me, but we never connected on that level. Grover and I became formally acquainted with Tease, one of the EC’s. He was a funny guy. He acted as if he was gay, but he constantly rubbed up against me and made sexual innuendoes. At first, I think Grover was a bit annoyed with him, but we determined that he was harmless, so we just took it in stride. There were some really great and creative costumes, but I’m not sure who won the contests. Grover met up with a guy named Harold, who was there with his wife Karen, and was part of the Wild Women group. Harold had organized a naked waterslide run, and Grover and I participated. I went down once, and that was enough for me. Don’t get me wrong, the waterslide was definitely a rush. It is a lot faster and longer than the one at Hedo 2, and the fact that it is enclosed makes it even scarier. However, I got water up my nose and mouth and worried about my contact lenses popping out. Grover, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough. He went down every way possible- headfirst, on his stomach, headfirst on his stomach, you name it, he did it. We finally decided to call it a night at about 3am, and went to bed.
I think I skipped breakfast this morning and slept in this morning. I made it to my 11am class on the nude side and had 4 people participate. Afterwards, I found Grover and Lance at the quad pool pounding back the Purple Rains. Martin and Rachel were there too, and I felt a bit self-conscious in my itty bitty thong bikini in front of them, but what the hell, we’re at Hedo, right? I did find out that my suspicions were correct and they were there on a Super Surprise. I had a few drinks, but by the time I got comfortable, it was time for me to hit the gym again. After teaching and showering, I rejoined Grover and Lance at the quad hot tub, where there was a lot of action going on. We had seen a few PDA’s over the past few days, but they were generally pretty mild. Now, the action was in full force- couples in lounge chairs going at it, body shots, and BJ’s were in abundance. Grover and I were just sitting in the hot tub enjoying the sights while Lance shouted encouragement (his wife was in the room sleeping again- she missed all the action). Suddenly, a guy yelled, “Body Shots!” and told Grover to sit on the side of the tub while he straddled me and poured rum cream down Grover’s chest. I had never given a body shot before, and I know Grover had never received one, but we faked it and hoped that we were following the correct procedure. We stayed for awhile longer, then decided to get ready for dinner. Grover and I hadn’t discussed all of this before, but we had a little talk, and it seemed like everything was ok. We still were unsure of protocol, but we just resolved to go along with things and not do anything we felt too uncomfortable about.
I’m not sure, but I think this was the night that there was oil wrestling in the dining room. That was some great entertainment! I ended up convincing this young, thin girl who was on a day pass from Breezes to participate, and even though she lost, she held her own to be so small. Another girl who I had met the day before participated. It was really pretty interesting to watch her transformation. When we first met, she was feeling self-conscious about her body (although she was in pretty good shape). A day and a half later, though, I rarely saw her with clothes on, she came in second place in oil wrestling, and strutted around like she didn’t have a care in the world. She really got into the Hedo spirit.
So far, this was a really laid-back vacation for me. At Hedo 2, I pretty much participate in every activity and contest, from the reggae dance contest, to the wet t-shirt contest, but on this visit, the only thing I competed in was the Ms. Nude contest. I think it really was because there were so many beautiful women there, and I felt a little insecure about participating. Additionally, because so many people had come with groups, I knew that group members would cheer for each other. Its strange, because at Hedo 2, I usually feel like a star, but here, I felt pretty much like I was a dime a dozen. Don’t get me wrong, I got my share of compliments and propositions, but I didn’t feel the same level of admiration here that I do at 2. Also, there were also many more single women at Hedo 3 than at Hedo 2. There were some single guys too, and even a few that were Vinny or Wally-esque, but I didn’t meet anyone who was overly intrusive or annoying, so that was good. That evening, we were told that a hurricane was coming, and were a little worried about the impact. Grover and I went to the room intending to just take a short nap before hitting the disco, but ended up falling asleep and staying asleep. I guess we needed the rest. I heard the wind whipping around and the rain that night, and it made my sleep even better.
Thursday
I was starting to feel a bit tired, but dragged myself to breakfast, although Grover didn’t make it. It was overcast and windy, but no major hurricane damage yet. I brought Grover a plate of food, and I think he was really touched by that. We drifted in and out of sleep until it was time for me to teach, but no one showed up for the water aerobics class. I played pool with a woman who was there with her husband, and we were equally matched (both bad), and met a couple from New York who were really fun as well. I ended up giving the woman the rest of my box of Insteads (thanks everyone on the message board for the advice, they worked great) because she had an unexpected visit from “Aunt Flo.” Grover and I finally ventured out, and it started raining. Bronco convinced us to go to the piano bar for kareoke, and it was lots of fun. Grover sang “Purple Rain,” in honor of his new favorite drink, and he and I turned it out with Superfreak, in honor of the late Rick James. Mitzy and Free also participated, and they both had beautiful voices.
I did check in at the gym to see if anyone needed assistance, and saw some really buff girls working out. I later found out that they were bodybuilders, and I believe it- not an ounce of fat on these girls. Luckily, they all knew what they were doing, so my services were not required. One Asian girl was particularly impressive. She was very built, but still managed to look feminine.
That evening was toga night, and we got our togas on and went to dinner at Pastafari, where we had reservations. I’d say that Pastafari at Hedo 2 and Hedo 3 are about equal, although Hedo 2 has a much better antipasta bar. The tirimisu was so good that I ordered two slices. The service is equally leisurely, and the food is very good and nicely presented at both Hedo 2 and Hedo 3. We ended up eating with Martin and Rachel, who were dressed very formally. They had been off-property quite a bit, and before their trip was over they had been scuba diving a few times, snorkeling, shopping in Ochos Rios, and horseback riding.
After dinner, we went to the main dining room, where toga night was just winding up. We saw the contests, and took some pictures with some of our new friends. Although I liked the idea of having a choice of white or blue sheets in a variety of sizes, I like Hedo 2’s policy of leaving the sheets on the bed for you. At Hedo 3, you had to go to a designated spot to pick up your toga material, and if you missed it, you missed out on getting a toga.
After toga night, it was “white night” in the disco, so I changed clothes and went to the disco with Grover. We left after awhile and went to the nude hot tub where there was more action going on. We made out a little bit, and it was really nice- like no one was around but the two of us. Mitzy finally met a cute, really buff guy to play with who had just arrived that night. We decided to call him The Rock, because he was definitely built like the pro-wrestler. He was without a doubt the belle of the ball, as all the women were trying to rub on him. One drunk woman just stuck her boobs in his mouth while he was in the middle of a conversation, then she came up and stuck her boob in Mitzy’s mouth. Mitzy looked displeased, but went ahead and sucked her boob for a few seconds. The woman tried to get me to do it too, but somehow I got out of that one.
Overall, most of the propositions Grover and I received were either VERY subtle, or quite overt (like people just coming up and grinding on me). Either way, there was no polite, “would you like to…, or may I …?” asked, it was either couples or women approaching us telling us how gorgeous we were, or just touching without asking permission. I am a “go with the flow” type of girl, but I was a little worried about Grover. He handled himself very well, though, and we had absolutely no issues.
Friday
I was getting pretty wiped out by this point, but I dragged myself out for breakfast and to teach my 11am class. Grover took class with me in a show of solidarity and I was glad he did, because there was a point in which I could have fallen asleep standing in the water. Needless to say, a nap was in order after class. I slept right through the wet-t-shirt contest, unfortunately. By the time we made it to the dining room, they were announcing the winner. We did hit the quad pool for a little while, and before I knew it, it was time for me to go back to the gym again. I ended up teaching several classes, including an impromptu abdominal class on the resistance ball with about 8 people participating.
Since I was at the gym every day, I had made friends with the tennis pro, who was a cutie, but seemed really shy, as well as the trapeze performers, who constantly tried to persuade me to try the trapeze. Every day I promised that I would try it, but I chickened-out every day. After I finished teaching, I saw a pretty Black girl in the prude pool near the main dining room. She was obviously drunk, and was trying to figure out where the quad pool was, so I offered to walk her there, since I was on my way over. Before I knew it, she was naked and dancing on top of the bar. I was a little worried, because she was so drunk, and I didn’t want her to fall and bust her head open, but she seemed ok. Every time we saw her thereafter she was drunk, so our pet name for her was Drunky.
After Drunky left, Grover and I got into the hot tub with Mitzy and were joined by a military man who called himself Medic. He was quite talkative and a little freaky, so we left soon after his arrival. He kept talking from one thing to the next, and kept saying how glad he was to be alive. Mitzy observed that he was jerking off while he was talking to us as well. Oh well, whatever floats your boat, right?
We wandered over to Scotch Bonnet, and ended up hanging out with Free and her boyfriend and the New York couple, where I participated in an impromptu limbo contest, and was soundly beaten by one of the bodybuilder girls, who even managed to shake her tits as she went under the line, even when it was close to the ground. I swear, that girl could have given Rasta Ralphie a run for his money.
That evening, we ate in the main dining room with Martin and Rachel, who had invited us to go to a local block party with them in Ochos Rios. Since they had 10pm dinner reservations at the Japanese restaurant, we had arranged for them to call us when they finished, and we would leave from there. However, we never heard from them, and ended up falling asleep at about midnight.
This was our last day, and we wanted to make the most of it. A lot of people had left already, including Lance and Pricilla, as well as Mitzy, so we were a little bummed. Some people had not been able to leave on schedule because the hurricane basically wiped out Central Florida and had delayed many flights. From what I understood, the resort was very good about the situation, and comped a number of people one night while they made flight arrangements. They also issued rain day vouchers to those who requested it for Thursday.
Luckily, I didn’t have a water aerobics class, so I went to breakfast, came back and took a nap with Grover, then went to the main dining room, where somehow I ended up getting involved with the lunchtime activities which included being wrapped like a mummy in toilet paper. Afterwards, I found Grover, who had seen it on the TV, which apparently had a camera in the dining room and broadcast it to the room TV sets. We did our usual lounging at the quad pool, then ventured over to the nude side, drank and smoked, and watched the “Find your mate” contest. Before we knew it, it was already late afternoon, and we had our usual late lunch at the Scotch Bonnet. Grover wasn’t feeling too well, but the New York couple gave him some medicine that helped his stomach greatly.
We ventured down to the “beach” if you can call it that, and walked along the 50 feel of sand and played in the water. Hedo 2 definitely has Hedo 3 beaten as far as beaches are concerned. It was romantic, though and we had a great time with the little mini-beach.
Since Grover’s bus left at 3am Sunday morning, we decided not to go to bed, and to just make the most of our time together. We went to dinner at about 9pm, and by then I wasn’t feeling that well, but I ate some bread and felt a bit better. We had created a tight schedule for us so he could do a little bit of everything before he had to go, so after dinner, we went to the piano bar where people were singing kareoke again. However, everyone was singing slow, lounge-type songs, and it was getting a bit too laid back for us, so we went to the disco. We were literally the first people in there, so I danced around for awhile until people started to filter in. We talked to the New York couple, danced some more, then ventured to the nude hot tub, where there was quite a bit of action. A tantric sex group had arrived to start conducting classes, and were making use of the sex swing, which was quite interesting, but looked like a lot of work. There were also the usual BJ’s, and threesomes, as well as some thrusting going on. Grover and I watched for awhile, then made out a little. We went back to the waterslide, where Grover and the Rock went down a few more times. Before we knew it, it was almost 2am, and we had to go back to the room for him to finish packing. It was a sad departure, but when he left, we knew that the trip had definitely brought us closer.
Although I didn’t go to sleep until 3am, I made myself get up at 7am to work out, since I hadn’t done anything on Saturday. I did an hour-long workout, showered, packed, and went to the dining room to eat my last breakfast. I had made friends with William, the omelette chef, who was very nice, although he was no Charlie. I had also made friends with Andrea, the French toast cook (my favorite dish), who had a beautiful smile and a sweet personality. Martin and Rhonda ate with me, and I said goodbye to the New York couple. After breakfast, I took a short nap, then went down to check out. Check out was fine, but the bus did not have air conditioning, and made 3 stops, one of which was a long delay at a family resort called Starfish. I was dripping wet (and not in a good way), by the time I arrived at the airport, where my flight was delayed 3 hours, and I missed my connection in Miami. Luckily (I guess), the airline provided hotel and meal vouchers, so I got a luxurious hotel stay in Miami and flew back the next morning. Somehow, after such a wonderful week, it didn’t bother me too much (and I got a hot shower, finally).
Ok, for those who made it, or who just skipped to the end, here’s the comparison:
Hedo 3 wins- the rooms are much nicer (although I haven’t seen the completely renovated rooms at Hedo 2). The tropical décor and garden tub as well as the couches really make the rooms. The garden tubs can be treacherous, though. Both places suffer from a lack of hot water. I showered at all different times of the day, and I think I got a hot shower maybe 3 times during the entire week. Most times, the water was just barely lukewarm. Grover was a bit upset that everyone else got a chilled bottle of champagne in their rooms, while we didn’t receive one, but when you’re the hired help for the week, what can you expect?
Hedo 2 wins by a slight margin. The gym is FAR superior at Hedo 2, and the renovated prude area, including the rock wall, gazebos, and water slide makes it really nice, although the waterslide at 3 is better. The disco is slightly better at 3 because of the pole and the cage but the number of steps makes it a little less than ideal. I hear that 2 has a stripper pole now, so perhaps that helps the disco’s appeal. The spa at Hedo 2 can’t be beaten for a beautiful place to relax and unwind. I didn’t try out the sauna at 3, but Grover did, and said it was much too hot.
Hedo 2 wins, partially because the beach is so much better, and because the grounds are so lush. Hedo 2 is much more spread out in terms of layout, which 3 is more compact. The exterior of the buildings is much prettier at 3- the greens, yellows, blues and oranges are really cheerful. Hedo 3 does have more paved areas, that are helpful when you’ve been drinking, but could be problematic if you take a spill. If you are a pool person, however, Hedo 3 is better. The quad pool is really nice, and both the quad and nude pools have swim-up bars. However, Hedo 2 has a much bigger hot tub, which is a little nicer, especially once things really start hopping. Hedo 3’s nude hot tub was almost like an oversized bathtub, and could be a little close for comfort. The quad side ended up being the “overflow” side, and actually, the hot tub is bigger and more comfortable (and less scuzzy) over there.
Hedo 3 wins, but its almost a tie. Although the food is pretty similar at both places, the Scotch Bonnet is absolutely fabulous at 3. I am a big fan of Robert’s jerk chicken, and like it better than the jerk chicken at 3, but you can get jerk chicken any time the Scotch Bonnet is open at 3. Additionally, I really liked the fact that the Japanese restaurant was enclosed and separate. The main dining room was pretty much the same, but at 3, they had french toast every day (my favorite), so that will always be a winner in my book.
I think it’s a tie here. Both 2 and 3 have pretty similar activities, although I don’t remember seeing oil wrestling at 2. The EC’s at both 2 and 3 are high energy, and lots of fun, although for some reason, the male EC’s at 3 seem a little more flamboyant (homosexual). I didn’t participate in as many activities at 3, though.
I had a great time and met some fabulous people at both places. I don’t know if it was because of the week that I was there, but there were some really very beautiful people at 3. This is not to say that 2 does not have beautiful people, because it does, but it was quite obvious at 3. The average age was probably 35, and I’d say about 50-60 percent of people were overall physically fit, and probably 25% were VERY fit. There were more single women at 3 than at 2, and fewer single men at 3. It seemed a bit harder to meet people at 3, however. This is not to say that people were unfriendly, but they were just a little harder to connect with, especially since many of the people there were with groups and often pretty much communicated primarily with their group members. At 3, I just had to work harder to meet people, where at 2, it seemed like people just gravitated toward each other and started talking with no problem.
All of the reports are right, though. It really doesn’t matter what you look like, your race, or your age at either Hedonism resort. You will definitely have a good time if you are outgoing and come with an open mind. Grover and I were hanging out with older people, younger people, people of different races, and it was all good. Age, race, and social standing really seemed to blur and take a backseat to personality, which is one of the things I love about Hedo, and one of the things that most people who haven’t been there can’t seem to understand. Just recently, I met someone who seemed very disapproving of my Hedo trips and I felt like they considered me some sort of deviant. It was so difficult to explain that Hedo is not about some wild orgy, sex party, or just being naked all the time, although these things can and do happen. It really is about the people, and the connections you make, and the fun you have with no worries, no cares, and yes, just a little bit of naughtiness. Oh well, maybe there is no point in trying to explain it.
I think I’m just more comfortable at 2 because I’ve been so many times, and it was the first place I visited. I guess its like you’re undergraduate university- even if you go to other schools for other degrees, you will always have a loyalty to your undergrad. I would definitely go back to either Hedo 2 or 3, however, because I’ve had a great time at both places. In fact, I’ve already booked Hedo3 for next year!
Of course, days start to run together at Hedo, and it’s hard for me to remember all the events of every day, or the order in which events occurred. If I left anyone out, please forgive me. It’s probably due to the drinks, local product, and just plain forgetfulness. I did try to remember as much as possible and give my true opinions and impressions. I apologize if I offended anyone. Please feel free to email me with any questions or comments, or if you just want to talk and reminisce.
PS- Martin and Rachel never got naked.
Monica