Samara Pope - forget the Kardashians: You wont BELIEVE what just happenned to me ! Chapter 1

forget the Kardashians,
You wont BELIEVE what just happened to me !
The extraordinary real life of ordinary me...
by Samara Pope
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Introduction

People call me the real life bold and the beautiful. Some evensay that I am so jinxed that I should have my own TV show or cameracrew following me around because you just dont know whats goingto happen to me next. Its like my lifes script was written by theheavenly soap opera team who are determined to keep things hot andexplosive. I have to keep asking myself, is this really happeningto me ? Or oh no, not again!
I have taken the advice of the many people who come across my lifeduring my adventures, to start writing about them. The manyjournalists, doctors, lawyers, police officers and governmentofficials I invariable have to encounter to resolve the ups, downsand roundabouts in my audacious life.
Sit down and enjoy while theres no sitting down for me, becausehere we go again on another catastrophic adventure in the life ofSamara Pope. I have tried to include pictures for each book editionon my website and will keep adding new ones on

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What (I am not supposed to tell you) happened at the beachresort.
Just got back from London after anunusually warm October and looking forward to taking a long quietbreak in my cosy little garden apartment in the lovely green estatewe live in outside the city. A perfect opportunity to do somewriting away from the hustle and bustle of urban life, hiding awayfrom world. And after two trips in one month I certainly dont wantto be out and about in hotels and on tours for at least a fewweeks. Hardly unpacked yet and still jet lagged from the 7 hourflight, my plans to relax are jolted by a lonely neglected circularon the message board. Another pest control ! Too much green in thedesert, they say is the reason for the sudden increase in pests andvermin in the luxury multimillion dollar estate that we own a homein. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact that after thisproperty estate was sold out to unsuspecting investors like me, thedevelopers decided to sell the rest of the neighbouring plots tobuild labour camps ! And chemical factories, and hazardous wastestorage warehousing and heaven only knows what else. Because thesewere the most demanded and highly paid for usage of land afterluxury residential communities a few years ago. And as they hadsold the maximum possible that they could to home owners, thedevelopers decided to cash in on the industrial market. So we havechemical manufacturers and other such industrial plants as ourneighbours who inturn have built massive labour camps around thecommunity, which generate tons of waste and this attracts pests andvermin. What a fine realisation of the luxurious life we werepromised in the sales and marketing campaigns for this high-endproperty estate. No wonder I get more enquires for dealing withsales fraud than sales coaching.
Anyways, not very healthy I suppose to be hanging around while thedevelopers friends who own the pest control company, fumigate usalong with the pets and pests. They dont even bother to alert orinform residents, that they are going around spraying poisonousgases in the middle of the night while everyone is sleeping, mostwith their windows open for fresh (poisonous) air. I just happenedto be lucky (once in a while) to find one of the handful of noticesthat they photocopy and put up at odd places in the massivecommunity of 1600 homes. The bills are delivered by hand, door todoor, by the security who insists on receiving your signature forlegal proof of receipt. But anything else concerning the health andsafety of residents is put up on an open notice board which isfrequented by sales and marketing advertisements that are pinnedabove such notices if not taken down all together to make space forjunk.
My health had been very disturbed recently with a suspiciousallergy like condition coming on for which I was put onprednisolone by my doctor in London. I certainly didnt want totake any chances of making things worse, not with my luck. So Idecided that we should take the opportunity to go for a mid-weekholiday for the three days that the community would be fumigated.Always eager to make the most of everything and turn around everyobstacle. So what a lovely excuse to book a spa package at ourfavourite beach resort. The gorgeous rooms open up to our ownprivate terrace and garden from where we can relax and enjoy theresorts private beach. The all inclusive package meant that wewould relish the various buffets at the resorts many poshrestaurants for breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner. Thespa treatments were absolutely awesome and they even had a babysitter. So its not that bad to have such frequent pest controlsessions in the community after all. It gave us an excuse to treatourselves to a beach / spa holiday.
Knowing the incompetent bunch who run the community, I particularlymentioned in my booking reservation request that we may need tochange the dates or extend by a day or two in case the pest controlschedule was changed at the last minute, while most often happens.The reservation officer confirmed that as we were frequent guestsit wouldnt be a problem and that we should just alert them as soonas we know if there would be any changes in our booking plans. Iassured him that I would if I heard anything from the facilitiesmanagement team. I was calling them every day to make sure that thedates were correct and that we were booked to move out of thecommunity according to the fumigation schedule.
So the wonderful day comes when we head off to the resort. Oh thelovely suite, sun-drenched outdoor terrace, beautiful gardens fullof exotic birds and peacock. Robbie, my three year old calls theplace, peacock beach hotel. Mark had to go work as usual as thiswas mid-week, so I decided that we must be up as early as we can togo out to the beach and enjoy some the morning before havingbreakfast together. And then Mark could go to work and the babysitter would take care of Robbie while I got down to writing mylong over-due book, The Sales Psychologist. Its just incrediblehow words and inspiration flow out like a tsunami when I am at thebeach. In fact, I am at the beach right now as I write this book.Not at the resort, but at our new home at the beach residence wherewe shifted a week ago to escape the constant fumigation andindustrial smog of the community where I was living when theincident that I am about to tell you about happened. You wontbelieve what happened to me here either, but I will tell you thatanother time. Back to the beach resort where its the crack of dawnand I am up and ready to go walking on the beach. It looked a bithazy outside from the floor to ceiling glass doors that led intothe gardens towards the sea. I quickly jumped on Mark to try andwake him up but he wouldnt budge. Go away, let me sleep he keptsaying, waving one hand out at me as if I was a fly bothering him.No point in waking him up I thought as he would be too grumpy toenjoy the beach. And no point taking Robbie out alone either.Perhaps I should let them sleep then and just go on my own. Wecould probably still have breakfast together before Mark left. Itwas only 6:00am.
So off I went, in my night gown, it was too early for anyone to beabout anyways and too hot too put something full on, but too coldto put on a swim suit, so might as well just put on my slippers andtake a quiet walk along the beach. Oh, so wonderful and refreshing,beautiful and calming. I wish I could just stay there forever. Ihave to do this again tomorrow morning. The slow walk, turned briskas I started to warm up and kicked up speed. I was putting onweight because of the steroids and I did want to enjoy the desertbuffet later that day, so I might as well exercise a bit. Quicksteps and deep breaths of the wonderful, cool, clean ocean breeze.Umm. This is so... so... hey, wait a minute. Sniff. Sniff.Whats that ???