30 June through 7 July 2000
This was our first trip to Hedo and we expected it to be a wild place - at least we were hoping it would be and we had picked it solely on its notorious reputation.
However, we had not been to any lifestyle resorts and had not anticipated our own reaction to this place. About our 4th day walking to the hot tub at Hedo we realized that we had already become jaded - it went something like this - "Hmmm. Well, let's see, there's three people screwing in the hot tub. Oh, and look there's one guy over there sitting on the side getting a blowjob. Maybe, we should come back when there's some action."
Well, maybe we weren't quite that jaded, but we had to laugh at the way our mind set had changed in a short period of time. Our best night, or I should say morning, was when at 4:00 a.m. Ron serviced me on the side of the hot tub. Afterwards Ron was exhausted and almost unable to walk back to the room but he received a well deserved round of applause for a job well done.
Seriously, we loved Hedo, and we were pleased with the sexuality that people willing displayed. Next time I will have to pack more sexy clothes for this clothing-optional resort. We thought that the piano player at the piano bar was top notch. Who could argue with not only his great musicianship but with someone of such profound personality that could talk two women out of the audience to the top of the piano to do a take it all off strip tease.
The only part of Hedo we didn't like was the disco. Now, I've got to confess that we just aren't disco people to begin with, but the music was just too loud. When the walls shake and your ears ring and you've only stayed for two dances, well I think it's just a bit too much. We were really looking forward to P.J. night and we did stay in the little disco bar for a while but it would have been much more fun in with the gyrating bodies - but I just couldn't get over the noise barrier.
Another, not too neat thing about Hedo is their policy of overbooking. Fortunately our travel agent was Castaways and when we entered the lobby to find other couples lined up at the check-in desk patiently waiting for someone to even notice their existence; we were able to walk over to the Castaways banner strewn desk and get, not only our room key in the area we had asked for, but a packet of useful information.
Also as previous reports have noted, the one time we went off the resort (like two crazy Englishmen in the noon day sun) to take a walk down to the little straw market about a block away, we were instantly approached by a man who wanted to sell us marijuana or dope. And, if we didn't want any, how about a taxi ride into town? Really, I thought that was just the kind of guy I would want to take me into town, but somehow we decided to pass.
What do you tell your friends about Hedo? I generally say that Hedo had scuba diving lessons, snorkeling, water skiing, windsurfing, sailing, paddle boats, excursions into town and to the waterfalls - I do not say that we didn't do any of the above. The room at Hedo was just like any other room and without TV (I mean how could anyone live for a week without TV) but since we were never in our room we didn't miss it. The food was mediocre. The beach was neat, and I think the ocean may have been warm, although I don't really know since all I ever did was get my feet wet.
So why would anyone really want to go there? Well, those of us who have been know the answer. It's where the action is. It's alive, fun and filled with sounds and sights that will turn you on for times to come.