The Bear Diplomat: My Unexpected Rise to Power in the Seychelles
- Sardonic George

- Jun 12
- 2 min read
So, there I was, settling my affairs after an extremely satisfying stay at the spectacular Four Seasons Seychelles, when James Edwards—Director of Guest Relations, no less—informed me that I had been bestowed the title of Seychelles Ambassador.
Yes, you heard that correctly. Ambassador.
The honor came complete with a name pin and a custom-made, name embroidered scarf—made of the finest fabric, of course—in a color that complemented my new jumper quite tastefully, if I may say so.

But let’s back up. Allow me to provide the full context behind this thoroughly deserved accolade.
You see, I am, in my own right, a global brand. Specifically, an influencer with a rather large and highly engaged social media following. I possess the rare ability to influence opinions, shape behavior, and inspire decisions in those wise enough to follow me.
Frankly, I don’t just visit destinations—I elevate them.
Ambassadorial Duties, George-Style
As with any diplomatic role, I take my responsibilities seriously. During my tenure (read: short week holiday), I made sure to:
Personally inspect every pillow in every Villa. Quality control is no joke.
Sample the full cocktail menu—twice. For cultural accuracy, of course. For the record, Takamaka Rum: A Historical Delight is the esteemed choice for all islanders and I concur.
Pose graciously with fans, even the ones who pretended to be “taking a photo of the sunset atop Le Syel Spa deck perched high on a cliff overlooking Petite Anse beach”
Ensure that all Villa deck chairs were tested. The guests deserve answers.
Mediate a minor dispute between a crab and a beach waiter. Tensions are high in the intertidal zone.
Let’s be honest: some ambassadors open embassies. I open hearts.
A Word to Lesser Influencers
Before the rest of you “content creators” come flooding in with your sponsored luggage and drone footage, let me remind you: true influence isn’t measured in followers—it's measured in scarves.
When the Four Seasons Seychelles presents you with a hand-selected textile, lovingly draped around your shoulders while referring to you as “our esteemed guest,” then—maybe—we can talk.

Until then, stay in your lane. Or your over-filtered infinity pool.
George Signs Off (Diplomatically)
So yes, I may have come for the one-of-a-kind Four Seasons sunsets, the incredible white sandy beaches, and the exquisite tropical pampering that only the Four Seasons Seychelles can offer. But I left with something far more valuable:
A title. A scarf. And yet another nation upgraded simply by my presence.
You're welcome, Seychelles.
George out.



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