Penthouse. WTF? Butler seriously WTF?

Just arrived at Sandals The Royal Caribbean in Montego Bay...it's gorgeous, a long winding driveway down to a spectacular looking building.
We're greeted with champagne and rum punch. After a couple more glasses of champagne we're told our butler will be along shortly.
Butler. Me and Jimmy look at each other wide eyed, obviously trying to keep it cool. "Did she just say butler?!"
Moments later he arrived and introduces himself, "What's up friends. I'm Hugo. But you can call me H or H-bomb."


H-bomb with me and my boyfriend Jimmy.

Obviously we'll be calling him H-bomb from now on.
He takes our cases (he wouldn't let us go anywhere near them) and says with a killer smile "right we're off to the Penthouse."
We assumed he was kidding. Obviously. As if we'd be in the penthouse.

Five minutes later we're inside the penthouse.
A huge, decadent room with mirrors everywhere, a mahogany framed four-poster bed draped in white cotton, a luxurious Roman style tiled bathroom with huge jacuzzi bath, walk in shower and his and hers basins.
There's two massive plasma flat screen TVs at each end of the room, an Ipod dock and a bar with a bottle of champagne, two bottles of white and red wine and a collection of spirit bottles, rum, brandy, vodka etc.
"Help yourself to anything, seriously anything," beams H-bomb. "It's free, you drink it, I'll replace it. You wanna have a party, Jamaica's the place to do it."
"I've brought you some sandwiches and cheese and biscuits, they're in the fridge", he adds.
We both just look at him gob smacked.
He takes us on the balcony, which is huge. Big sofa bed on one side and table and chairs on the other.
"You can see the sunset from here," he tell us. "If you want a candle-lit, sunset dinner any night I'll set it up for you on the balcony. No problem man."
Wow.
We could also see the waves, white sand and moonlit swimming pools.
I felt really overwhelmed, extremely drunk (he immediately opened another bottle of champagne) and very happy\ lucky.
He told me, "You're the most excited customer I've seen. You're gonna have any amazing stay, I'm here do to anything for you."
He tells us he's already booked us into the posh looking French restaurant in the hotel, telling me in his thick Jamaica twang, "put a nice dress on Princess, it's that kinda place."

H-bomb arranges to meet us at 8pm to escort us to dinner, but first he's off to buy us some cigarettes. He insists, we argue we can go ourselve, he's doesn't take no for an answer, so we curiously accept, despite it feeling a bit weird.
We put Jack Johnson on the Ipod, took the champagne to the balcony and start jumping up and down on the spot, trying to stifle our excited shrieks.
We've struck it lucky...


The balacony



the room



Bathroom