Originally published on The Pendulum blog, this article is kept on Quelbazar as a historical witness of a time when this site was still a personal blog where we talked about everything and nothing.
… So here we are at Center Parcs.
Center Parcs is a well-oiled machine. Fast home, despite the fact that about 800 cars arrive at the same time. A cute, Super neat, hyper functional cottage. And we really not printing be 3800 (so, if I counted!) because you see almost person, not even its neighbours.
At the level of activities, it's crazy. It is of course made for families, but even people who don't have kids find their account (if not be allergic to the kids…): plenty of sports, full of bars, lots of pools, full of restaurants, plenty of opportunities to grill his money.
For children, the foot. Pool slides, waves, jacuzzi, ballads in pony, mini-golf, 174 places of games, clown shows, cinema (ice age 2, coooooooool!), bike, magic, pottery, shopping, ice cream, crepes,.
All in a well lubricated mechanics, without false notes.
So, one: Ca has ruined my week. At the cottage, a single roll of toilet paper for 6 people and a week. It's limits. And when the PQ is finished, it's up to us to buy a stock at the local Center Parcs supermarket: In packs of 12, at a high price, and more pink. And I'm a blockage on the pink PQ.
What cheapskates, these GO!… But hey: If we set up in their place: assuming that they should provide an extra roll of toilet paper per cottage and a week, it's been 1 x 800 x 52 = 41600 rolls of toilet paper per year. Divide by 2 to take into account the constipated, and because I think that all the cottages are filled year-round: there are 20,000 rolls of toilet paper saved. It's not negligible, is it?
Add to this that they sell toilet paper (rose) at the Mall, the Park, package of 12, and at the price hard: I'm sure that their margin is comfortable.
Same mechanism for trash bags: but, they are not pink.
Conclusion: You who go to Center Parcs: take your reserve of PQ (the color of your choice) and garbage bags.
This is. On the way back, we had snow, or rain. Just vomit all over the car. And we nearly fall out of gas because of that damn GPS that not telling us that gas stations decommissioned. That'll teach me to buy cards obsolete navigation on the Mule.
But it was still cool.
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