'spandex treat' employed to keep members. Nevertheless, the boss failed to
convince us, although the deal was starting to look tempting by this stage.
In spite of assurances that 85% of the condos were sold, they kept
lowering the price until they were practically giving it away. Emma did most of
the talking, but I was the strong silent one saying 'no' loudly from time to time.
Finally the boss seemed convinced that we were no-hopers, and so we were
told a third staff member would come to sort out the tickets.... after more
stewing time. The third person checked everything had been OK but then also
tried to find out what else they could have done to get us to sign up. And this
was described as NOT hard sell!
Eventually we got our tickets, from a forth person who tried to sell us
an upgrade for the show. Phew! We were wrung out by the time we reached
the theme park - and it was only 10.30am!
Oh, and the actual show? Well, it was not overly Arabian. Sure there was a
belly dancer in the pre show bar area, where we cashed in virtually all of our
drinks vouchers in the space of 20 minutes because all drinks during the show
itself were free, but that is where most of the Arabian theme stopped. We
were ushered to our seats - front row as we finally gave in and paid for a
cheap upgrade - and were then given a fairly edible but uninspiring meal as
the show began. I was expecting a feast - I had heard about the banquets
served at the medieval themed dinner shows. So what arrived, salad, chicken
and vegetables and then a sliver of sponge cake did not really impress. But at
least our tickets had been free.
The show was a series of feats of horsemanship, linked together by a